Luyện nghe bài hát The Europeans

The
© 1996 by Pete

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

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

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

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

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

History judges but no one blameless.
The fiddler plays it, but calls the tune.
story dances down the century shameless,
from Plymouth Bay to the of the moon.