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 turn your backs, boys, face the land squarely,
watching her away 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, silver wind, with a from the mountains.
Whisper a from the hills and the streams.
Blow, wind of sorrow, the hour.
Let us be gone now. There's no for dreams.
No, don't turn around. Pray the will keep blowing.
There is no returning so don't behind.
What we have lost is no way of knowing.
No way of what we shall find...

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