🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: The Island - Celtic Thunder

 They say  skies of Lebanon are burning
 Those mighty cedars  in the heat
 They're showing pictures on  television
 Women and  dying in the street
  we're still at it in our own place
 Still tryin' to reach the future  the past
 Still tryin'  carve tomorrow from a tombstone...
 
 
 
 But Hey! Don't listen to me! this wasn't meant  be no sad song .
 We've heard  much of that before
 Right now I only want to be  with you
 'Till  morning dew comes falling And I wanna take you to the island
 Trace  footprints in the sand
 And  the evening when the sun goes down
 We'll make love to  sound of the ocean
 
 
 
 They're raising banners over by the 
 Whitewashing slogans on the  walls
 Witchdoctors praying for  mighty showdown
 No way our holy  is gonna' fall
 Up here we sacrifice  children
 To feed the worn-out dreams  yesterday
 And teach them dying will  us into glory...
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 But Hey! Don't listen to me! 'cos this wasn't meant to be  sad song .
 I've sung too much of that 
 Right now I  want to be here with you
 Till the morning dew comes falling I wanna take you to  island
 And trace your footprints in the 
 And in the evening when there's no one 
 We'll make love to the  of the ocean
 
 
 Now I know us plain folks don't see  the story
 And I know this  and love's just copping out
 And  guess these young boys dying in the ditches
 Is just what being  is all about
 And  this twisted wreckage down on main street
 Will bring us all  in the end
 And we'll go marching  the road to freedom...
 Freedom...
 Freedom