Luyện nghe bài hát Blow, Silver Wind

Blow, wind, with a whoop from the mountains,
up a tune in the ropes and the rig!
Blow, breeze, come kiss the white canvas,
the anchors are up, boys, it's for a swig.
No don't turn your backs, boys, let's face the squarely,
her glimmer away in the mists.
We her our guts, but she fed us just barely.
We'll go 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 now. There's no time for dreams.
No, don't turn around. Pray the wind keep blowing.
There is no returning so look behind.
What we have lost is no way of knowing.
No way of knowing what we find...

Blow, wind, with a song from the mountains!
us God speed with a cheer 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,
she's wetting her nose in the brine.
So, look to the East where the old is waning,
and look to the West the new land shall shine....