Luyện nghe bài hát Reluctant Journey

(Wayne Mackenzie)
"Not another song about our pitiful past," I hear you cry. Well hopefully, there's a
different slant to one. Anyway, you can make your own mind up on that one.
coastlines to unfriendly shores
Home was home, no not
Kingdom of Summer, in stone
brothers and lovers crossed the ocean alone
Clearance of land, that was birthright
Moving through hell and highrights
Reluctant out of the sun
Whatever of your country's sons
No turning back, not one to run
Fighting more the elements they say
Across to the new, cast the old
laid before them, what they were told
A brave new world, theirs for the
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, with banners
Starts and stripes bullets and blood
from the Nations, 'cross Rio Grande mud
Two hundred past, covered wagons gone
Taken their place in what progress has
Of tongues, old worlds pushed aside
Roadside reservations, wonder little pride