Luyện nghe bài hát Spark Of The Heart

It's a dry land, it breaks your back and scars and gnarls your hands
Now carcasses rot in the sun and silts up the dams
Sacked two men when the postie poked blueys through the flyscreen doors
The welfare dried up ten years 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 forward to day but every day's the same
Awake in a sweat, a of the smell of rain

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

Fifty miles by riverland, pasture fenced and sprayed
Profit margins on boardrooms in L.A.
Absenting landlords 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 grips me by my
Staying 'til my blood cold, spark of the heart, iron in the soul

Josie saltbush, where rain once ran its course
It's a shock to see a child of twelve grow old upon a
The glory box lies locked memories 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 still in debt I'm ninety eight
Will the last one out please the blody