Luyện nghe bài hát Scotland The Brave

Let Italy boast of her gay gilded
Her and her bowers and her soft sunny skies
Her sons love from the eyes of her daughters
Where freedom expires amid softness and

Scotland's mountains wild where hoary cliffs are piled
Towering in are dearer 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 Scotia fearless and free
Her green tartan waving o'er rock and fountain
And proudly she sings looking the sea

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

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

Triumphantly riding through and death

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

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

Victorious in Scotland the brave
Victorious in Scotland the brave