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 blueys through the doors
The welfare state up ten years before

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

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

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

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

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
a shock to see a child of twelve grow old upon a horse
The glory box lies locked with memories as the phone
But even in the shadows, our home

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