Luyện nghe bài hát Spirit Of The Land

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

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

And on Saturday night in the Hotel, Hank the Dutchman plays guitar
He sings country and 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 from thirst

Then he spent his savings on and sheep, he got some credit, got in too deep
But stock won't graze on pastures turned to
And then he to get work as a travelling man selling Rawleighs products 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 goes on the conversations die
But the battlers don't give up, it's written on hands
And in their eye-eye-eye-eye-eyes, and the spirit of the survives

The school's all rundown, the roofs rusted and the peelin'
The playground's just a dustbowl, not a of green
The kids still kick their footballs sending dust 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 and the shearers fight
And wives drink shandies 'cause they'll be dri