Luyện nghe bài hát Spirit Of The Land

The rivers are dry the land and the farmers fields have turned to sand
'Cause the rain come for two years going on three
The topsoil's gone with the hot north wind, the 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 goes on the die
But the battlers don't give up, it's written on their
And in eye-eye-eye-eye-eyes, and the spirit of the land survives

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

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

And the old men in the bar talk of floods and droughts before
And as the goes 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 rusted and the paint's peelin'
The playground's just a dustbowl, not a of green
The kids still kick their sending dust clouds to the sun
And it's to know the drought can't spoil the fun

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