Luyện nghe bài hát The Talisman

When I stand and look about the
And contemplate my life, will I ever see my again?

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
by the tenfold sail out on the tide

We are pleased to be out and embracing the sea
Free from our troubles and more free from
unfulfilled reason behind us
We flee from 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 from the tongues, rash judgments, selfish men
Never to be seen on these shores

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

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

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

As we ride the rough seas, as we soak the ocean waves
I hope for all our lives and pray that I survive
Four ships are in the stormy conditions
The spirits of the crews, their phantoms 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 can't get away from the eye of the
The out soar the raging storm but we cannot escape it
earth that we now crave is many leagues from safe

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

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

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

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

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

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