Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain Men

The poacher and his
Throw soft shadows on the in the night
A thin moon slips behind
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 fast the right
To a fish once in a while?

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

Well, there's a house on the
the drifting sands are born
Lay and let the slow tide wash me
Back to the lands I came from
Where the men are kings
And the of the piper counts for everything

I did my tour, did my
I did all asked of me
Died in the and at El Alamein
in the Falklands on TV
Going back to the kings
Where the sound of the piper for everything

generations from the Isles
Sent to tread the miles
Where the spiral meet
Felt naked dust beneath feet

Future sun winds to blow
And the past and hard-eyed crow
Flew high and circling low
Over blackened plains of

There's a and a woman praying
For an end to the
Hoping for a word in a
Fair wind-blown 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 sands are born
Lay down and let the tide wash me
Back to the where I came from

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

Feel the naked beneath my toes
While the future sun calls to blow
And the past and present crow
Flies hunting and circling low
dream mountains of our Eden