Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain Men

The and his daughter
Throw shadows on the water in the night
A moon slips behind them
As they pull the net with no betraying

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 once in a while?

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

Well, a house on the hillside
Where the drifting are born
Lay down and let the slow wash me
Back to the lands where I from
Where the men are kings
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
Died in the on TV
Going to the mountain kings
Where the sound of the counts for everything

Long from the Isles
Sent to tread the miles
Where the spiral ages
Felt dust beneath their feet

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

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

There's a house on the
the drifting sands are born
Lay down and let the slow wash me
Back to the lands where I came

Where the mountain men are
And the sound of the piper for everything
the real mountain 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 present black-eyed
Flies hunting and circling low
Between dream of our Eden