Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain Men

The poacher and his
Throw soft on the water in the night
A moon slips behind them
As pull the net with no betraying light

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

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

Well, there's a on the hillside
the drifting sands are born
Lay down and let the tide wash me
to the lands where I came from
Where the men are kings
And the of the piper counts for everything

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

Long generations from the
to tread the foreign miles
Where the spiral meet
Felt naked beneath their feet

Future sun winds to blow
And the and present hard-eyed crow
Flew hunting and circling low
Over blackened plains of

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

There's a house on the
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
Where the real men are kings
And the of that piper counts for everything

Feel the naked dust beneath my
While the future sun calls winds to
And the past and black-eyed crow
Flies high and circling low
Between dream of our Eden