Luyện nghe bài hát Orphans of the empire

In ships, came from Europe, across the salt sea
Come for the build and raise a
And in the jungle, green, their citadels did
In tribute and homage to the old
And soon their children grew and promised to be
of an empire, their destiny

Hold me close, Africa, my soul, Africa
Let me old, Africa, let me in
my soul, Africa, dont let me go, Africa
Let me old, Africa, and remember me

Imperial gentleman, he mighty walls
And in the jungle afternoon, he plays polo when hes
He a gin and tonic and tells you confidentially
He wishes he the [Unverified]
But the shadows, they are and the sun, it must set
and confused, he scurries home to his bed

Hold me close, Africa, my soul, Africa
Let me old, Africa, let me in
Fill my soul, Africa, let me go, Africa
Let me grow old, Africa, and me

He understand the soldiers, all at hand
For guns you cannot fight a foe that dwells within
But the battle had and a soldier hes become
Who can sing his
a beggarmans prayer or a string on the wind
Will that be all lingers on the memory?

And who remember that African December?
When he knelt before the and swore to do or die?
And he kissed his frightened lover, beneath the embers
Of that dark, heaven, that ancient sky
Now he's to dust, just like all good soldiers must
But the mournful mutter of the still lingers in the air

So farewell sweet Caroline, farewell Elizabeth
gentle ladies of the old order
And farewell to your carved upon this continent
Some England, France and some Germany
Soon you will to that dream across the sea
'Cause is no more honey left for tea

Hold me close, Africa, fill my soul,
Let me old, Africa, let me in
Fill my soul, Africa, let me go, Africa
Let me grow old, Africa, and me