Luyện nghe bài hát The Iolaire

Eilean Froaich, I to see you,
Sing to me the Ocean
the cries of war I hear you
Far to the west and away
the futile feilds of war.

Island men i them calling
to me the Island Ocean
Killed in vain, I see them
Oh take me and worlds away
From the futile of war.

Four brutal years were
Sing to me the Ocean
By grace of god I was yet
And sailing and worlds away
From the fields of war.

The harbour lights, I see gleaming
to me the Island Ocean
Nearly home and i am
I'm in the west and worlds
From the fields of war.

The Beasts of Holm dark and savage
Sing to me the Ocean
Their scythe of fate would ravage
Far to the west and world
From the fields of war.

New Year of peace would dawn
to me the Island Ocean
From hope and joy to wrenching
Far to the west and away
the futlie fields of war.

My kiss, Her arms around me
Sing to me the Island
So near, but on the shore she me
Far to the west and worlds
From the fields of war.

The morning brought home our boys
They lay among the toys
Our tears of love and deep
the tears of tearing grief.