Luyện nghe bài hát The Arabic

In the grey soil through hardship and toil,
rough lands they owned me.
Digging potatoes and the earth,
As my family did before me.
But I I would furrow, plant my own seed,
Rise my knees and stand proudly.
America, I swore, or some shore,
Would grant the life I of surely.

So I up the money, my passage to pay,
And braved the early one morning.
I bid adieu to my family grief and tears,
As feared there was no returning.
On the White Line I'd soon sail away,
Although the Great War was raging.
I the long days, to Queenstown made way,
Till the it loomed far above me.

Who what fate brings, what life has in store?
We through a looking glass dimly.
As I on board, and steerage went toward,
decks a dread chill spread o'er me.
At we weighed anchor, ploughed o'er the main,
The last hint of dimming slowly.
We zigzagged our course for of the worst,
And the worst ploughed its course far me.

U24, the of the sea,
Spied us and soon made ready.
Torpedoes were loosed, our was reduced
To a grave sinking steadily.
The lifeboats cast, the men entered last,
But was too few for so many.
I jumped in the sea as a wounded me,
And the blood it ran thick and

In and confusion, thrashing around,
Dreading the fast approaching.
a lifeboat, I swam to its side,
But they me with oars for encroaching.
But a on board took pity on me,
As I stole my breath and was sinking.
Grabbing my arm to keep me harm,
She held me and me from drowning.

We got on shore, safe and secure.
led us all to the infirmary.
Three month I there, wondering why I was spared.
Among all, why was I given
Some and some die, there's no reason why.
The spinners weave their in mystery.
Now I'm back on my land, lends a hand,
As the roots of weave around me.