Luyện nghe bài hát Scotland The Brave

Let Italy boast of her gay gilded
Her vines and her bowers and her soft sunny
Her sons drinking love from the eyes of her
Where freedom expires amid and sighs

blue mountains wild where hoary cliffs are piled
Towering in grandeur are tae me
Land of the misty cloud land of the tempest
Land of the brave and proud land of the

Enthroned on the of her own highland mountains
The spirit of Scotia reigns and free
Her green tartan waving blue rock and fountain
And proudly she looking over the sea

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

But see how her war steeds are prancing
Deep groves of steel down in their path
The eyes of my sons like their swords are

Triumphantly through ruin and death

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

Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their tombs
Deep eyed in gore is the green wave
Shivering are the ranks of steel dire is the wheel

Victorious in Scotland the brave
Victorious in Scotland the brave