Luyện nghe bài hát Breakfast In Hell

In the melting of Ontario
Where the wind'll make you
It was the month of May up in Bay
the mouth of the Musquash River

Where the bears prowl and the coyotes
And you can hear the osprey
Back in '99 we were pine
And it down the stream

Young Gray came to Go Home Bay
All the way P.E.I.
Where the weather's rough and it makes you
No afraid to die

Sandy came a smilin', Thirty Islands
Was the place to claim his
Now Sandy's gone but his name on
This is story

Sandy Gray lives on today
In the echoes of a mighty
close and you'll hear a ghost
In this story I tell, boys
This story that I

Now Gray was boss of the men who'd toss
The onto the shore
They'd come and go till they'd a floe
100,000 or more

And he'd ride 'em down toward Sound
To cut 'em up in the for timber
And the would haul spring summer and fall
Till the ice came in

One Sabbath Day big Sandy
Came camp with a Peavey on his shoulder
With a crack he dropped his axe
And the room got a little bit

Said, "Come on all you, we got to do
We give 'er all we can give 'er
There's a jam of logs at the jog
Near the of the Musquash River"

With no time to on the Lord's day
They were hoping for God's
But the jam was in a troubled sky
And they set out about their

poked with poles and ran with the rolls
And tried to stay on their
trick they tried, one man cried
This got us beat!"

But Sandy was not afraid
And he let out a yell
"I'll be damned, we'll break jam
Or it's in hell, boys
in hell!"

Now every one of the men did the of ten
And Sandy up to the top
He is like a dog heaving 30 foot logs
And it looked like never stop

They struggled on, these men so
Till the jam to sway
Then they dove for cover to the of the river
All for Sandy Gray

Now thoughts of death they held their breath
As they saw friend go down
all knew in a second or two
He'd be or frozen or drowned

They saw him fall and they heard him
Just once and it was over
Young Sandy gave his life that day
the mouth of the Musquash River

But Gray was not afraid
And he let out a yell
"I'll be damned, we'll break jam
Or it's breakfast in hell,
in hell!"

East of Giant's Tomb plenty of room
no fences and no walls
And if you listen close hear a ghost
Down by Sandy Falls

Through the tops of the trees you'll in the breeze
The of a mighty yell
"I'll be damned, break this jam
Or it's in hell"

And Sandy Gray on today
And he let out a mighty
"I'll be damned, we'll this jam
Or it's breakfast in hell,
in hell!"