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
two men when the postie poked those blueys through the flyscreen doors
The welfare dried up ten years before

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

But a river runs silent, runs deep, I work 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 that's left are mute ploughshares and a gravestone caulked with
In tribute, I still use his barometer in vain
Fate be damned, the weather hasn't

Fifty miles by riverland, there's pasture fenced and
Profit margins chinagraphed on in L.A.
Absenting landlords meet to match smiles and fake suntans
In three years have leached the soil to sand

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

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

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