Luyện nghe bài hát Reluctant Journey

(Wayne Mackenzie)
"Not protest song about our pitiful past," I hear you cry. Well hopefully, there's a
different slant to this one. Anyway, you can make your own up on that one.
coastlines to unfriendly shores
Home was home, no not
Kingdom of Summer, in stone
Your brothers and lovers crossed the alone
of land, that was their birthright
Moving hell that and highrights
Reluctant out of the sun
became of your country's sons
No turning back, not one to run
more than the elements they say
Across to the new, from the old
What laid before them, what they were
A brave new world, theirs for the
One more clearance of the land in the
Strike out for the West, bounty, and liberty
To die in the new, for the old it was
To the native tongues, it was Indian
on the land, covered with banners
Starts and stripes bullets and blood
Chased from the Nations, Rio Grande mud
Two hundred years past, wagons gone
their place in what progress has borne
Of tongues, old worlds pushed aside
Roadside reservations, small wonder pride