Luyện nghe bài hát The Talisman

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

As the captain calls us on the deck, I take my things and
To the harbor I glance back one last time
Fleeing our nation, our we leave behind
by the tenfold sail out on the tide

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

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

As we into ocean size and lose sight of land
A of contentment around in the air
We're off now to all our fortunes
To the of our dreams

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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