Luyện nghe bài hát Spark Of The Heart

It's a harsh dry land, it breaks your back and scars and your hands
Now carcasses rot in the sun and dust up the dams
Sacked two men 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 routes for a year and cripple at home
I still forward to every day but every day's the same
Awake in a sweat, a dream of the smell of

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

My great grandfather pushed his luck beyond the goyder
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 changed

Fifty by riverland, there's pasture fenced and sprayed
Profit chinagraphed 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 me by my feet
Staying 'til my blood runs cold, spark of the heart, in the soul

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

Government relief just might keep stock alive
The agents jumped the 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 the blody