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 coastlines to shores
Home was home, no not
Kingdom of Summer, written in
Your brothers and lovers the ocean alone
Clearance of land, was their birthright
Moving through hell and highrights
Reluctant out of the sun
Whatever became of country's sons
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 were told
A new world, theirs 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 tongues, it was Indian summers
Raped on the land, covered banners
and stripes over bullets and blood
Chased from the Nations, Rio Grande mud
Two hundred years past, covered gone
Taken their in what progress has borne
Of native tongues, old worlds aside
Roadside reservations, small wonder pride