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

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

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

All we was a piece of land
A handful of in nowhere-land
All that's left is so so small
But the last ones be
The after all

So make sail the tide is right
The are blowing strong
Say to dreams that died
The way back is long
No headin' for south america
No headin' for an island
'cause else was there before
And killed the land from to shore .

And if we hurry, boys
soon find out the end of the story...