Luyện nghe bài hát Blow, Silver Wind

Blow, silver wind, a whoop from the mountains,
Strike up a in the ropes and the rig!
Blow, lucky breeze, come kiss the 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 her our guts, but she fed us just barely.
We'll go where there's use for our and our fists!

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

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