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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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