Luyện nghe bài hát The Talisman

When I stand and look the port
And contemplate my life, will I ever see my countrymen

As the captain us on the deck, I take my things and walk
To the harbor side I glance back one last
Fleeing our nation, our problems we behind
Ships by the tenfold out on the tide

We are pleased to be out and the open sea
from our troubles and more free from thee
Inheritors unfulfilled behind us
We from what is not, what is will be

We flee the earth and our harsh reality
Will death be low mist that on the sea?
We run from the evil tongues, rash judgments, men
Never to be seen on these again

As we sail ocean size and lose sight of land
A face of around in the air
off now to seek all our fortunes
To the land of our

Riding the and the storm is upon us
The winds lash the sails but the keep them tight
Off in the distance a dark cloud
None imagine what there was to come

No, no one going back, no, there's not a second chance
As we strap onto the side, we to God that we won't die

As we ride the rough seas, as we from the ocean waves
I just hope for all our and pray that I survive
Four are lost in the stormy conditions
The spirits of the sunken crews, phantoms follow us

Spirits, sails, they drive us on the all consuming waves
Cold mortality, no against these ever raging seas

Four leagues and ten and we hit storms
We just can't get away from the eye of the
The birds out soar the raging storm but we escape it
Abandoned earth that we now crave is leagues from safe

Holding on for our dear and we're praying once again
Rotten luck or jonahed? The talisman is in my hand

Limbs fatigued, trembling with cold, blinded from the sea salt
Clasping anything we can hold, heaven's rain upon us
Twenty days without a meal and ten without fresh water
Those didn't die in storms, the scurvy rest did slaughter

Westward the tide, we sail on
Westward the tide, by the talisman

We approach the other of the ocean with the tide
In our favor for once, welcome greeting, our new land
The elation in our hearts, the excitement in our
As we sail towards the of our golden promised land

Weary limbs fatigued away, I have no life in me
No more strength and nothing left to give, find the will to live
thought that we could make it, truly sight of shores divine
The sickness I am from, never wanted it to end this way

the tide, westward we sail on
Westward the tide, sail by the
the tide, westward we sail on
Westward the tide, sail by the