Luyện nghe bài hát Scotland The Brave

Let Italy of her gay gilded waters
Her vines and her bowers and her soft skies
Her sons drinking love the eyes of her daughters
Where freedom amid softness and sighs

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

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

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

But see how proudly her war steeds are
Deep of steel trodden down in their path
The of my sons like their bright swords are

Triumphantly riding through and death

Bold hearts and nodding wave o'er their bloody tombs
Deep in gore is the green tartan's wave
are the ranks of steel dire is the horseman's wheel
Victorious in battlefield the brave

Bold hearts and plumes wave o'er 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
Victorious in battlefield the brave