Luyện nghe bài hát Blow, Silver Wind

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

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

Blow, silver wind, with a song 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 her nose in the brine.
So, look to the East the old land is waning,
and look to the West the new land shall shine....