Luyện nghe bài hát The Iolaire

Eilean Froaich, I to see you,
Sing to me the Island
Through the of war I hear you
Far to the and worlds away
From the feilds of war.

Island men i hear them
Sling to me the Island
Killed in vain, I see them
Oh take me west and worlds
From the futile of war.

Four brutal were unforgiving
Sing to me the Island
By of god I was yet living
And sailing west and away
the futile fields of war.

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

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

New Year of peace dawn tomorrow
to me the Island Ocean
From and joy to wrenching sorrow
Far to the west and worlds
From the fields of war.

My lovers kiss, Her around me
Sing to me the Ocean
So near, but on the shore she me
Far to the west and away
the futile fields of war.

The morning tide brought our boys
They lay among the scattered
Our of love and deep relief
Became the tears of grief.