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 from the eyes of her daughters
Where expires amid softness and sighs

Scotland's blue mountains wild where hoary cliffs are
in grandeur are dearer tae me
Land of the misty cloud land of the loud
Land of the and proud land of the free

Enthroned on the of her own highland mountains
The spirit of Scotia fearless and free
Her green tartan waving o'er blue rock and
And she sings 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 and the world

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

Triumphantly riding through and death

hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs
Deep eyed in is the green tartan's wave
Shivering are the of steel dire is the horseman's wheel
Victorious in Scotland the brave

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

in battlefield Scotland the brave
Victorious in battlefield Scotland the