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 mind up on one.
Familiar coastlines to unfriendly
Home was home, no not
of Summer, written in stone
Your brothers and crossed the ocean alone
of land, that was their birthright
Moving through hell and highrights
journey out of the sun
Whatever became of your sons
No back, not one to run away
Fighting more than the they say
Across to the new, from the old
laid before them, what they were told
A brave new world, theirs for the
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 tongues, it was Indian summers
Raped on the land, with banners
Starts and over bullets and blood
Chased from the Nations, Rio Grande mud
Two hundred years past, wagons gone
Taken their place in what has borne
Of tongues, old worlds pushed aside
Roadside reservations, small wonder little