Luyện nghe bài hát The Island

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