Luyện nghe bài hát Blow, Silver Wind

Blow, silver wind, with a from the mountains,
Strike up a in the ropes and the rig!
Blow, lucky breeze, come the white canvas,
the anchors are up, boys, time for a swig.
No don't turn your backs, boys, let's face the squarely,
watching her glimmer in the mists.
We her our guts, but she fed us just barely.
go where there's use for our backs and our fists!

Blow, wind, with a sight from the mountains.
Whisper a word from the and the streams.
Blow, of sorrow, hasten the hour.
Let us be now. There's no time for dreams.
No, don't turn around. Pray the wind will blowing.
is no returning so don't look behind.
What we have lost is no way of knowing.
No way of what we shall find...

Blow, silver wind, with a from the mountains!
Wish us God speed with a from afar!
Blow, wind of hope, for children departing.
We know what you us. We know who we are.
So alive all! Feel the old ship is straining,
already wetting her nose in the brine.
So, look to the East where the old is waning,
and look to the West where the new shall shine....