Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain Men

The poacher and his
Throw soft shadows on the in the night
A thin moon behind them
As they pull the net no betraying light

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

Well, a house on the hillside
Where the drifting are born
Lay down and let the slow tide me
Back to the lands I came from
Where the mountain men are
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 back to the mountain
Where the sound of the piper for everything

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

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

There's a and a woman praying
For an end to the
Hoping for a in a letter
wind-blown from across the sea
To the mountain men are kings
And the sound of the counts for everything

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

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

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