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, citadels did gleam
In and homage to the old country
And soon their children grew and promised to be
of an empire, their destiny

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

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

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

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

And who will that African December?
When he knelt the colors and swore to do or die?
And he kissed his lover, beneath the glowing embers
Of that dark, strange heaven, ancient sky
Now he's gone to dust, just like all soldiers must
But the mutter of the battlefield still lingers in the air

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

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