Luyện nghe bài hát Scotland The Brave

Let Italy boast of her gay gilded
Her vines and her and her soft sunny skies
Her sons drinking from the eyes of her daughters
Where freedom amid softness and sighs

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

Enthroned on the of her own highland mountains
The spirit of Scotia reigns fearless and
Her tartan waving o'er blue rock and fountain
And proudly she sings over the sea

Here among my wild I have serenely smiled
When armies and against me were 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 groves of steel trodden in their path
The eyes of my sons their bright swords are

Triumphantly riding through and death

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

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

Victorious in battlefield Scotland the
Victorious in Scotland the brave