Luyện nghe bài hát Spirit Of The Land

The rivers are dry across the and the farmers fields have turned to sand
'Cause the rain hasn't come for two going on three
The gone with the hot north wind, the crops won't grow and rust set in
And the cruel south wind of winter brought no

And the old men in the bar talk of floods and droughts before
And as the night on the conversations die
But the don't give up, it's written on their hands
And in eye-eye-eye-eye-eyes, and the spirit of the land survives

And on Saturday in the Royal Hotel, Hank the Dutchman plays guitar
He sings country and western and requests
It used to be his job, a bit of a laugh for a couple of bob
Now it's all he's got 'cause his all died from thirst

Then he spent his savings on cattle and sheep, he got credit, got in too deep
But stock won't on pastures turned to salt
And then he tried to get work as a travelling man selling Rawleighs products from the of his van
But the cockies all in town where things are cheap

And the old men in the public bar talk of floods and droughts
And as the night on the conversations die
But the battlers don't give up, written on their hands
And in eye-eye-eye-eye-eyes, and the spirit of the land survives

The school's all rundown, the roofs rusted and the paint's
The playground's just a dustbowl, not a spot of
The kids still kick their footballs sending clouds to the sun
And it's good to know the drought spoil the fun

And in the cricketers lounge late at night where the cockies talk and the shearers
And their wives drink shandies they'll be dri