Luyện nghe bài hát Spirit Of The Land

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

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

And on Saturday in the Royal Hotel, Hank the Dutchman plays guitar
He country 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 he's got 'cause his crops all died thirst

Then he spent his on cattle and sheep, he got some credit, got in too deep
But stock graze on pastures turned to salt
And then he tried to get work as a travelling man selling Rawleighs from the back of his van
But the cockies all shop in town where things are

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

The school's all rundown, the rusted and the paint's peelin'
The just a dustbowl, not a spot of green
The kids still kick their footballs dust clouds to the sun
And it's good to the drought can't spoil the fun

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