Luyện nghe bài hát The Island

The
an Ocean, and Over a Sea
Beyond great waters, what do I see?
Well... I see the mountains that climb from the coast,
The Hills of Breton, this new home of mine.

O we come from the countries, all the world
To hack at the forests, to the lands down.
Fishermen, farmers, and all come,
To for the future, this pioneer ground.

We are an Island, a Rock in a
We are a People, as as there's been
In soft summer breeze, or in winter winds
The home of our hearts, Breton...

Over the and over the trees
Within these new townships, O what do I
I see the black pit heads, the wheels are turning
The smoke are belching and the blast furnace burning.

O and the sweat on the back is no joy to
In the heat of the Steel or mining the Coal.
And the foreign owned force us to fight
For our survival, and for out rights.
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Over the highways and over the
the causeway, stories are told.
They of the coming and the going away
Cities of America me away.

O and the companies come, and the go
And the ways of the World we may know.
follow the footsteps of those on their way,
and still ask for the right to or to stay.

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