Luyện nghe bài hát Scotland The Brave

Let boast of her gay gilded waters
Her vines and her bowers and her soft skies
Her sons drinking love from the eyes of her
Where freedom expires softness and sighs

Scotland's mountains wild where hoary cliffs are piled
Towering in grandeur are tae me
Land of the misty land of the tempest loud
Land of the and proud land of the free

Enthroned on the peak of her own mountains
The spirit of reigns fearless and free
Her green tartan waving o'er blue rock and
And proudly she sings looking the sea

Here among my mountains wild I serenely smiled
When and empires against me were hurled
Firm as my native rock I have the shock
Of England, of Denmark, of Rome and the

But see how proudly her war are prancing
Deep groves of steel trodden in their path
The eyes of my sons their bright swords are

Triumphantly riding through and death

Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave their bloody tombs
Deep in gore is the green tartan's wave
Shivering are the ranks of dire is the horseman's wheel
Victorious in Scotland the brave

Bold hearts and nodding wave o'er their bloody tombs
Deep eyed in is the green tartan's wave
Shivering are the ranks of dire is the horseman's wheel

Victorious in battlefield Scotland the
Victorious in battlefield the brave