Luyện nghe bài hát Immigrant Song

Ah, ah,
We come from the of the ice and snow,
From the sun where the hot springs blow.
Hammer of the gods will drive our to new land,
To fight the horde, sing and Valhalla, I am coming!

On we with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.

Ah, ah,
We from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper of gore,
Of how we calmed the of war. We are young overlords.

On we sweep threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.

So now you'd better stop and all your ruins,
For peace and can win the day despite of all your losing.