Luyện nghe bài hát The Island

So many things seen
So many stories forgotten
So many deeds
Shouting out across the Beneath a ghostly twilight
Her bosom filled with shining
Her secrets down through the ages
As bright as lightning bugs in
All the canopy
of oaks whose secrets keep
in her beauty
This island is my
Her hills by hands were built
by natives who were never
The only hints left of passing
are shells that ghost the ground
Bone they tell a story
of all the slaves who graced her
of cotton fields so long under
a now upon her stores
All the canopy
of ageless oaks whose keep
in her beauty
This island is my
All the canopy
of ageless whose secrets keep
Forever in her beauty, ah in her
This is my home