Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain Men

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

And later on the coast road, I meet
And the old man winks a
And who am I to fast the right
To take a fish in a while?

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

Well, there's a house on the
Where the drifting are born
Lay down and let the slow tide me
Back to the where I came from
Where the mountain men are
And the sound of the counts for everything

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

Long from the Isles
Sent to tread the foreign
Where the ages meet
Felt naked dust beneath feet

sun called winds to blow
And the past and present hard-eyed
Flew hunting high and low
Over blackened plains of

There's a child and a praying
For an end to the
for a word in a letter
Fair wind-blown from the sea
To where the men are kings
And the sound of the counts for everything

There's a on the hillside
Where the drifting sands are
Lay down and let the tide wash me
to the lands where I came from

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

the naked dust beneath my toes
While the future sun calls to blow
And the past and present black-eyed
hunting high and circling low
Between mountains of our Eden