Luyện nghe bài hát Reluctant Journey

(Wayne Mackenzie)
"Not another protest song our pitiful past," I hear you cry. Well hopefully, there's a
different to this one. Anyway, you can make your own mind up on that one.
Familiar coastlines to unfriendly
Home was home, no not
Kingdom of Summer, written in
brothers and lovers crossed the ocean alone
Clearance of land, that was their
Moving through hell and highrights
journey out of the sun
Whatever became of your country's
No turning back, not one to run
Fighting than the elements they say
to the new, cast from the old
What laid before them, what they told
A new world, theirs for the taking
One more clearance of the land in the
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
Raped on the land, with banners
Starts and stripes bullets and blood
Chased the Nations, 'cross Rio Grande mud
Two hundred years past, covered wagons
their place in what progress has borne
Of native tongues, old worlds aside
Roadside reservations, small wonder pride