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, in stone
Your brothers and lovers crossed the ocean
Clearance of land, that was their
Moving through hell that and
Reluctant out of the sun
Whatever became of your country's
No back, not one to run away
Fighting more than the they say
Across to the new, from the old
What laid before them, they were told
A brave new world, theirs for the
One more clearance of the in the making
Strike out for the West, bounty, and liberty
To die in the new, for the old it was
To the tongues, it was Indian summers
Raped on the land, covered with
Starts and stripes over and blood
Chased from the Nations, 'cross Rio mud
Two hundred years past, covered gone
Taken their place in what has borne
Of native tongues, old pushed aside
reservations, small wonder little pride