Luyện nghe bài hát Where The Ocean Ends We'll Find a New - Born Land

Little johnny he was a rock 'n' roll star from tuscon,
And a with the figures was mister b.
Ran a computer
And he was a tough marine
Who never a war
And I was the clown who dreamt a
the guitar

So we are
We've so far
No longer or stooges in the big game
We're high
for the sky
Where the ends
We'll a new-born land
For everyone you and i

We were bankers we bosses
We beggars and bums
Martyrs and
We were we were preachers
angels and monks
Gamblers and
We winners and loosers
Magicians and
Sad eyed fools that meant no
And I was a who dreamed his dream
the guitar

So we are
We've so far
No longer pawns or puppets in the rat
We're aiming
for the sky
Where the ocean
We'll a new-born land
For everyone you and i

So we are
We've so far
No pawns or stooges in the big game

We're aiming
for the sky
Where the ends
We'll find a land
For everyone you and i

March, 8, 1990: two later.. a group of islands appeared at the
Horizon...only a few days to go? ...maybe...and a dark-blue sky
In the southern pacific they were sitting together for the time...