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 this one. Anyway, you can your own mind up on that one.
Familiar to unfriendly shores
was home, no not anymore
Kingdom of Summer, in stone
Your brothers and lovers crossed the ocean
Clearance of land, was their birthright
Moving through hell that and
journey out of the sun
Whatever became of your country's
No turning back, not one to run
Fighting more than the they say
Across to the new, cast the old
What laid before them, what were told
A brave new world, 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 summers
on the land, covered with banners
Starts and over bullets and blood
Chased from the Nations, 'cross Rio mud
Two years past, covered wagons gone
their place in what progress has borne
Of tongues, old worlds pushed aside
Roadside reservations, small wonder little