Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain Men

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

And later on the coast road, I them
And the old man a smile
And who am I to deny the right
To a fish once in a while?

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

Well, there's a house on the
Where the drifting sands are
Lay down and let the slow wash me
Back to the lands I came 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
in the trenches and at El Alamein
Died in the on TV
Going back to the kings
Where the of the piper counts for everything

Long generations from the
Sent to tread the miles
Where the ages meet
Felt naked dust beneath feet

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

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

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

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

Feel the naked beneath my toes
the future sun calls winds to blow
And the past and present crow
hunting high and circling low
Between dream of our Eden