Luyện nghe bài hát Song From The End Of The World

Here is the smell of pie
A tower on the open sky
A chain of islands rolling
In sight of the house where we are

A old river twists through the fields
Ancient names on shields
Gifts arrive for a baby
a queen at the end of the world

Furious music from an door
The sound of feet beating on a stone
the wind, always the form
Of an God, hooved and horned

The head of the mountain in a cloud
A country woman, and proud
Into the bay the swirl
For we to the sea at the end of the world