Luyện nghe bài hát Barrett's Privateers

Oh, the was 1778,
How I I was in Sherbrooke now!
A letter of marque came the King,
To the scummiest I'd ever seen.

God them all!
I was told cruise the seas for American gold,
We'd no guns, shed no tears,
Now I'm a man on a Halifax pier,
The last of Privateers.

Oh, Elcid cried the town,
How I wish I was in now!
For twenty men all fishermen who,
make for him to Antelope's crew.

God them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for gold,
fire no guns, shed no tears,
Now I'm a man on a Halifax pier,
The last of Privateers.

The Antelope sloop was a sight,
How I wish I was in now!
She'd a to the port and her sails in rags,
And the in scuppers and the staggers and the jags.

God damn all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for gold,
We'd fire no guns, no tears,
Now I'm a man on a Halifax pier,
The last of Privateers.

On the birthday we put to sea,
How I I was in Sherbrooke now!
We were 91 to Montego bay,
Pumping like all the way.

God damn all!
I was told we'd the seas for American gold,
fire no guns, shed no tears,
Now I'm a man on a Halifax pier,
The of Barrett's Privateers.

On the 96th day we again,
How I wish I was in now!
When a bloody Yankee hove in sight,
With our cracked four pounders we to fight.

God damn all!
I was told we'd the seas for American gold,
We'd no guns, shed no tears,
Now I'm a broken man on a pier,
The last of Privateers.

The Yankee lay low with gold,
How I I was in Sherbrooke now!
She was and fat and loose in the stays,
But to catch her took the Antelope two days.

God damn all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for gold,
fire no guns, shed no tears,
Now I'm a man on a Halifax pier,
The last of Privateers.

Then at length we two cables away,
How I wish I was in now!
Our cracked four pounders an awful din,
But with one fat ball the stove us in.

God damn all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for gold,
We'd fire no guns, no tears,
Now I'm a broken man on a pier,
The last of Privateers.

The shook and pitched on her side,
How I wish I was in now!
was smashed like a bowl of eggs,
And the Main trunk carried off me legs.

God them all!
I was we'd cruise the seas for American gold,
We'd no guns, shed no tears,
Now I'm a man on a Halifax pier,
The last of Privateers.

So I lay in my 23rd year,
How I I was in Sherbrooke now!
It's 6 years since we sailed away,
And I just Halifax yesterday.

God them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for gold,
We'd fire no guns, no tears,
Now I'm a man on a Halifax pier,
The of Barrett's Privateers.