Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Ones Will Be The First After All

We've a hundred men and now we are ten
On this boat
Ninety dreams we've in the sand
Not one of comes back again
And all we was a piece of land
A handful of in nowhere-land

We were young we were brave we bold
Our visions to an end
One thousond days made us grow old
And the wind's blowing mighty cold
And all we needed was a of land
A of sand in nowhere-land

All we was a piece of land
A handful of sand in
All that's left is so small so
But the ones will be
The first all

So let's make the tide is right
The winds are blowing
Say farewell to that died
The way back home is
No more for south america
No more for an island
'cause else was there before
And killed the from shore to shore .

And if we don't hurry,
We'll find out the end of the story...