Luyện nghe bài hát Scotland The Brave

Let Italy of her gay gilded waters
Her vines and her and her soft sunny skies
Her sons drinking love from the eyes of her
freedom expires amid softness and sighs

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

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

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

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

Triumphantly riding through and death

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