Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain Men

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

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

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

Well, a house on the hillside
Where the sands are born
Lay down and let the slow wash me
Back to the lands I came from
the mountain men are kings
And the sound of the counts for everything

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

Long generations from the
Sent to the foreign miles
the spiral ages meet
Felt naked dust beneath their

Future sun called to blow
And the and present hard-eyed crow
Flew hunting high and low
Over plains of Eden

a child and a woman praying
For an end to the
Hoping for a in a letter
Fair wind-blown across the sea
To the mountain men are kings
And the sound of the piper counts for

a house on the hillside
Where the drifting are born
Lay down and let the slow wash me
to the lands where I came from

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

the naked dust beneath my toes
While the future sun calls winds to
And the past and present black-eyed
Flies hunting and circling low
dream mountains of our Eden