Luyện nghe bài hát Scatterlings of Africa

Copper sun low
Scatterlings and
Hooded and weary brows
refuge in the night

They are the of Africa
uprooted one
On the to Phelamanga
Where the world

I love the scatterlings of
and every one
In their hearts a hunger
the copper sun

Ancient from Olduvai
Echoes of the very cry
"Who made me and why
the copper sun?"

African idea, African
Make the future
Make the future

And we are the scatterlings of
you and I
We are on the road to
Beneath a sky

And we are the scatterlings of
On a to the stars
Far below, we forever
of what we were