Luyện nghe bài hát Immigrant Song

Ah, ah,
We from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun the hot springs blow.
Hammer of the gods will drive our to new land,
To the horde, sing and cry: Valhalla, I am coming!

On we sweep with oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.

Ah, ah,
We come the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper of gore,
Of how we the tides of war. We are young overlords.

On we sweep with threshing oar, Our goal will be the western shore.

So now you'd better stop and all your ruins,
For peace and trust can win the day of all your losing.