Luyện nghe bài hát The Talisman

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

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

We are pleased to be out and the open sea
from 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 shores

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

Riding the waves and the is upon us
The winds lash the but the ropes keep them tight
Off in the distance a dark approaching
None could imagine there was to come

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

As we ride the seas, as we soak from the ocean waves
I just hope for all our lives and pray that I
Four ships are lost in the stormy
The spirits of the sunken crews, their follow us

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

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

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

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

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

We approach the side 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 towards the coastline of our golden promised land

Weary fatigued away, I have no life left in me
No more strength and nothing left to give, must find the 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

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