Luyện nghe bài hát Spark Of The Heart

It's a dry land, it breaks your back and scars and gnarls your hands
Now rot in the sun and dust silts up the dams
Sacked two men when the postie poked blueys 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 year and cripple at home
I still look forward to every day but every the same
Awake in a sweat, a dream of the smell of

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

My great grandfather his luck 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 miles by riverland, pasture fenced and sprayed
Profit margins chinagraphed on in L.A.
Absenting landlords meet to match their and fake suntans
In three years they'll have the soil to sand

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

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

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