Luyện nghe bài hát Blow, Silver Wind

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

Blow, silver wind, with a sight the mountains.
Whisper a word from the and the streams.
Blow, wind of sorrow, the hour.
Let us be now. There's no time for dreams.
No, don't turn around. Pray the wind will blowing.
There is no returning so look behind.
What we have there is no way of knowing.
No way of knowing what we 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 you gave us. We know who we are.
So look alive all! Feel the old is straining,
already she's wetting her in the brine.
So, look to the East the old land is waning,
and to the West where the new land shall shine....