Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain Men

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

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

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

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

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

generations from the Isles
Sent to tread the miles
the spiral ages meet
Felt naked beneath their feet

Future sun called to blow
And the past and hard-eyed crow
Flew high and circling low
Over 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 where the men are kings
And the sound of the piper counts for

There's a on the hillside
Where the drifting sands are
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 piper for everything
Where the mountain men are kings
And the of that piper counts for everything

Feel the dust beneath my toes
the future sun calls winds to blow
And the past and black-eyed crow
Flies hunting high and low
Between dream mountains of our