Luyện nghe bài hát On the Border

The fishing boats go out the evening water
Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish
The wind whips up the waves so
The ghost moon sails among the
And the rifles into silver, on the border

On my wall, the colors of the are running
Africa, the winds, they talk of changes coming
The torches flare up in the
The that sets the farms alight
Has the word to those who're waiting on the border

In the village I grew up
seems the same
Still you never see the from day to day
No one the customs slip away

Late last night the rain was on my window
I moved the darkened room and in the lamp-glow
I I saw down in the street
The spirit of the
Telling us that we're all on the border

In the where I grew up
seems the same
It's just the patterns remain, an empty shell
But there's a strangeness in the air you too well

The fishing boats go out across the evening
Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish
The wind whips up the waves so
The ghost moon among the clouds
And the rifles into silver, on the border
On the border, on the border, on the