Luyện nghe bài hát The Europeans

The
© 1996 by Frega

From shores in the dark days of April,
the rebel of a thousand prevailed.
On a-ladened, on tides strong and fateful,
against the of the north wind they sailed.

The New World met them a cruel savage beauty.
They their young in her white winter snow.
fear of God and the courage of women,
across a prairie of silence rode.

Hey! They've been in the Hiya Hiya...
working on the western trail.

Forever west rode this of millions;
the horse and the telegraph hummed.
From graves of their walked dreams of the children,
to claim the great wide they'd come.

Hey...they've been working in the Hiya.
The Europeans. The have come -
they're working on the trail.

judges but no one stands blameless.
The fiddler plays it, but fate the tune.
Their story dances down the shameless,
Plymouth Bay to the cliffs of the moon.