Luyện nghe bài hát Mist

About a gunshot away there's a place that I to be
tippin' with me old cock.
When the shit's all said and sorted, I plan to down and stay
one finger to the landlocked.
From the first time boatin' o'r not too much I can recall.
I kissed a cod and drank rum till I was friggered.
I decided then and there that I'd return, if I had to crawl.
Something outside was and something inside me, triggered.

a long ride home, but it's always my destination.
It's a long home.

If the sun apart at the end of the world
I don't think I will give a
as long as I'm by friends and pints in goddamned Newfoundland.
So to Newfoundland.

I breathed a sigh of relief the next steppin' off the plane.
been a long, hard, vapid winter.
Johnny and the boys waiting there ready to explain,
they weren't to drive us, just a welcome back to the Island.
So we to the venue to prepare for the night to sweep.
Slept in the back room until the India up.
When we took the stage, it shifted beneath our feet.
We stood on the shoulders of Newfoundlanders.

And I think it repeating that no one buckled under.

We all got bit by the cod we all kissed.
It an infection in our lips and a longing in the mist.
You're as deep as the grave, and you're marching to the of the land.

Yes, I be a B'y.
Not by birth, but in my heart.
Yes, I be a B'y.