Luyện nghe bài hát The Talisman

When I stand and look the port
And my life, will I ever see my countrymen again?

As the captain calls us on the deck, I my things and walk
To the side I glance back one last time
Fleeing our nation, our we leave behind
Ships by the sail out on the tide

We are to be out and embracing the open sea
Free from our troubles and more free thee
unfulfilled reason behind us
We flee from is not, what is will be

We flee the and face our harsh reality
Will death be low mist hangs on the sea?
We run from the evil tongues, rash judgments, men
Never to be on these shores again

As we sail into ocean size and lose sight of
A face of around in the air
off now to seek all our fortunes
To the of our dreams

Riding the waves and the storm is us
The winds the sails but the ropes keep them tight
Off in the distance a dark approaching
None could what there was to come

No, no one going back, no, there's not a second chance
As we strap onto the side, we to God that we won't die

As we ride the seas, as we soak from the ocean waves
I hope for all our lives and pray that I survive
ships are lost in the stormy conditions
The spirits of the sunken crews, their phantoms us

Spirits, sails, they drive us on through the all waves
Cold mortality, no weapon these ever raging seas

Four and ten and we hit storms again
We just can't get away from the eye of the
The birds out soar the raging storm but we escape it
Abandoned earth that we now crave is leagues from safe

Holding on for our dear lives and we're praying once
Rotten luck or jonahed? The talisman is in my hand

Limbs fatigued, trembling cold, blinded from the sea spray salt
Clasping anything we can hold, heaven's rain upon us
Twenty days a meal and ten without fresh water still
Those that didn't die in storms, the scurvy did slaughter

Westward the tide, we sail on
Westward the tide, by the talisman

We approach the side of the ocean with the tide
In our favor just for once, welcome greeting, our new
The elation in our hearts, the in our veins
As we towards the coastline of our golden promised land

Weary limbs fatigued away, I have no life in me
No more strength and nothing to give, must find the will to live
Never thought that we make it, truly sight of shores divine
The sickness I am dying from, never it to end this way

the tide, westward we sail on
Westward the tide, sail by the
Westward the tide, we sail on
Westward the tide, sail by the