Luyện nghe bài hát Spark Of The Heart

It's a harsh dry land, it your back and scars and gnarls your hands
Now carcasses rot in the sun and silts up the dams
Sacked two men when the poked those blueys through the flyscreen doors
The state dried up ten years before

It's Hobsons' choice, they run this plain and the flocks 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 smell of

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

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

Fifty miles by riverland, there's pasture fenced and
margins chinagraphed 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, deep, I work this land, it grips me by my feet
'til my blood 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 keep breeding alive
The agents jumped the cost of feed and the export market's
And if it breaks, I'm still in until I'm ninety eight
Will the last one out shut the blody