Luyện nghe bài hát Reluctant Journey

(Wayne Mackenzie)
"Not another protest 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.
Familiar coastlines to shores
was home, no not anymore
Kingdom of Summer, in stone
Your brothers and crossed the ocean alone
of land, that was their birthright
Moving hell that and highrights
Reluctant out of the sun
Whatever became of country's sons
No back, not one to run away
Fighting more than the elements say
to the new, cast from the old
What laid before them, they were told
A new world, theirs for the taking
One more of the land in the making
Strike out for the West, bounty, land and
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 over and blood
Chased from the Nations, 'cross Rio mud
Two hundred past, covered wagons gone
Taken their in what progress has borne
Of tongues, old worlds pushed aside
reservations, small wonder little pride