Luyện nghe bài hát Spark Of The Heart

It's a harsh dry land, it breaks back and scars and gnarls your hands
Now carcasses rot in the sun and dust up the dams
Sacked two men when the postie poked those through the flyscreen doors
The welfare state dried up ten before

It's Hobsons' choice, they run this plain and the flocks melt bone
You can drove the stock routes for a and cripple life at home
I still look to every day but every day's the same
Awake in a sweat, a dream of the smell of

But a river runs silent, runs deep, I work this land, it me by my feet
'til my blood runs cold, spark of the heart, iron in the soul

My great grandfather pushed his beyond the goyder line
Now all left are mute ploughshares and a gravestone caulked with lime
In tribute, I still use his Swiss barometer in
be damned, the weather hasn't changed

Fifty by riverland, there's pasture fenced and sprayed
Profit margins on boardrooms in L.A.
Absenting landlords meet to match their smiles and suntans
In three they'll have leached the soil to sand

But a river runs silent, runs deep, I this land, it grips me by my feet
Staying 'til my blood runs cold, spark of the heart, in the soul

Josie searches saltbush, rain once ran its course
It's a shock to see a child of twelve old upon a horse
The box lies locked with memories silent as the phone
But in the shadows, it's our home

Government relief just keep breeding stock alive
The agents jumped the cost of feed and the export market's
And if it breaks, I'm still in until I'm ninety eight
the last one out please shut the blody