Luyện nghe bài hát Reluctant Journey

(Wayne Mackenzie)
"Not another protest song about our pitiful past," I hear you cry. hopefully, there's a
different slant to this one. Anyway, you can make your own mind up on one.
Familiar coastlines to shores
was home, no not anymore
Kingdom of Summer, written in
Your brothers and lovers the ocean alone
Clearance of land, was their birthright
Moving through hell that and
Reluctant out of the sun
Whatever became of your country's
No turning back, not one to run
Fighting than the elements they say
Across to the new, from the old
What laid before them, they were told
A new world, theirs for the taking
One clearance of the land in the making
out for the West, bounty, land and liberty
To die in the new, for the old it was
To the native tongues, it was Indian
Raped on the land, covered with
Starts and stripes over bullets and
Chased from the Nations, 'cross Rio mud
Two hundred years past, covered wagons
Taken their place in what progress has
Of native tongues, old worlds pushed
Roadside reservations, small wonder pride