Luyện nghe bài hát The Island

So many things seen
So many stories long
So many between
Shouting out across the Beneath a ghostly twilight
Her bosom filled shining stars
Her secrets down through the ages
As bright as bugs in jars
All beneath the
of ageless oaks whose keep
Forever in her
This island is my
Her rolling by hands were built
by natives who never found
The only left of their passing
are ancient shells that ghost the
Bone white they tell a
of all the who graced her shores
of cotton fields so plowed under
a jungle now upon her
All the canopy
of ageless oaks whose keep
Forever in her
This is my home
All the canopy
of ageless oaks whose secrets
Forever in her beauty, ah in her
This is my home