Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain Men

The and his daughter
Throw soft shadows on the water in the
A thin moon behind them
As they the net with no betraying light

And on the coast road, I meet them
And the old man a smile
And who am I to fast the right
To take a fish once in a

I with them, they wish me luck
When I out on the Sunday from the Kyle
And from the church I hear singing
As the moves sadly from the pier
Oh, daughter, Sunday best
Two hundred brave souls the farewell tear

Well, there's a on the hillside
Where the drifting sands are
Lay and let the slow tide wash me
Back to the lands where I came
Where the mountain men are
And the sound of the counts for everything

I did my tour, did my
I did all they of me
Died in the and at El Alamein
in the Falklands on TV
Going back to the mountain
Where the sound of the piper for everything

generations from the Isles
Sent to tread the foreign
the spiral ages meet
Felt naked beneath their feet

Future sun called winds to
And the past and present hard-eyed
Flew hunting high and low
Over blackened of Eden

There's a child and a woman
For an end to the
for a word in a letter
Fair from across the sea
To where the men are kings
And the sound of the piper counts for

There's a on the hillside
Where the drifting are born
Lay down and let the slow tide me
Back to the where I came from

Where the mountain men are
And the sound of the piper counts for
Where the mountain men are kings
And the sound of that piper counts for

Feel the dust beneath my toes
While the sun calls winds to blow
And the past and black-eyed crow
Flies hunting high and low
Between mountains of our Eden