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, breeze, come kiss the white canvas,
the anchors are up, boys, time for a swig.
No don't turn your backs, boys, face the land squarely,
watching her glimmer in the mists.
We gave her our guts, but she fed us barely.
We'll go there's use for our backs and our fists!

Blow, wind, with a sight 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 around. Pray the wind will keep blowing.
There is no returning so look behind.
What we have lost is no way of knowing.
No way of knowing we shall find...

Blow, silver wind, a song from the mountains!
Wish us God speed with a cheer afar!
Blow, wind of hope, for children departing.
We know what you us. We know who we are.
So look alive all! the old ship is straining,
she's 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....