Luyện nghe bài hát Two Strong Arms

Two Strong
Bogle

In the heat of the afternoon
Kritos was to rest
in the dry and red soil of Australia
As the Mulberry and bloomed
the mountain crests
so far in Macedonia

The of his heart
and the children of his
In and in silence
and in pride, around him
All his sons and daughters
their and their sons,
The Family of the man with two arms

Born a son on a mountain farm
where a thin and earth
made hunger a gray ghost at meal
where was just a grinding stone
of and death
that crushed young and old
the wheel

So before the could turn
his family and his wife
Kristos down from the mountains
searching for a better
Bringing hopes and dreams with him
to the distant land
And a brave and heart,
and two strong

In a West Australian country
Kristos a job
for men willing to hard
and bend backs
the lofty gum trees down,
clearing and scrub
speaking English mattered less
than a good axe

Driven by his
as the hard came and went
Kristos his back to every
daylight that got sent
How golden wheat fields grow?
how western farms?
The harvest of the man
with two strong

He worked to keep his fed and clothed
to give his kids the
for them to try and be all could be
So that unlike him they'd never
the chains of
or taste the bitter of poverty

He wanted to have
all the things never had
And if all that took was blood and
He'd both and be glad
He lived to watch his grow
and match their father's
All it took was and pride
and two strong

In the heat of the afternoon
was laid to rest
in the dry and red soil of Australia
As the Mulberry and bloomed
beneath the mountain
so far in Macedonia

The of his heart
and the children of his
In sorrow and in
and in pride, around him
All his sons and with
daughters and their sons,
The Family of the man with two arms
The Family of the man with two strong