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

It's Hobsons' choice, they run this and the flocks melt into bone
You can drove the stock for a year and cripple life at home
I still forward to every 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 grips me by my
Staying 'til my blood runs cold, spark of the heart, in the soul

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

Fifty miles by riverland, pasture fenced and sprayed
margins chinagraphed on boardrooms in L.A.
Absenting landlords meet to match smiles and fake suntans
In three years they'll have leached the to sand

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

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

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