Luyện nghe bài hát The Island

They say the skies of Lebanon are
mighty cedars bleedin in the heat
They're pictures on the television
Women and dying in the street
And still at it in our own place
Still to reach the future through the past
Still tryin to carve from a tombstone...
But Hey! Don't listen to me! this meant to be no sad song .
We've heard too much of that
Right now I only want to be here with you Till the morning dew comes falling And I wanna take you to the island Trace footprints in the sand
And in the evening when the sun goes down We'll make love to the of the ocean
They're raising over by the markets
Whitewashing on our shipyard walls
Witchdoctors for a mighty showdown No way our holy flag is gonna fall
Up here we sacrifice our children To feed the worn-out dreams of yesterday And teach them dying will lead us glory...
But Hey! listen to me! cos this wasn't meant to be no sad song .
I've sung too much of that
Right now I only want to be you Till the morning dew comes falling I wanna take you to the island And trace your footprints in the sand
And in the when theres no one around We'll make love to the sound of the ocean
Now I know us plain don't see all the story
And I know this and love's just copping out
And I guess these young dying in the ditches Is just what being free is all about
And how this twisted wreckage down on street Will bring us all together in the end
And go marching down the road to freedom... Freedom. Freedom