Luyện nghe bài hát The Europeans

The
© 1996 by Frega

England's shores in the dark days of April,
the rebel hearts of a prevailed.
On ships a-ladened, on tides and fateful,
against the face of the north they sailed.

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

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

Forever rode this river of millions;
the iron 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 -
working on the western trail.

History but no one stands blameless.
The fiddler it, but fate calls the tune.
Their story dances the century shameless,
from Bay to the cliffs of the moon.