Luyện nghe bài hát To Toil Or Be Free

Down below the seasons, hills and
The place that I call
Up above the sunshine, sand and mosquito
The places I of

Here today, pulled a hundred different
need rules our days
But what a sad thing it be
To submit our to toiling
Instead of a dream

This land, it to be seen
And I am free to its plea
The only hand my stationary
It is my own

The world, it beckons to be
And we are free to its plea
The only hand keeping us
It is our own