🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: The Island - Celtic Thunder

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