Luyện nghe bài hát Breakfast In Hell

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

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

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

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

Sandy Gray lives on today
In the of a mighty yell
Listen close and hear a ghost
In this that I tell, boys
This story that I

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

And he'd 'em down toward Severn Sound
To cut 'em up in the mills for
And the ships would spring summer and fall
Till the ice came in

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

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

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

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

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

Now every one of the men did the of ten
And scrambled up to the top
He is working a dog heaving 30 foot logs
And it looked he'd never stop

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

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

They saw him fall and heard him call
once and then it was over
Young Sandy Gray his life that day
Near the mouth of the River

But Sandy was not afraid
And he let out a mighty
"I'll be damned, break this jam
Or breakfast in hell, boys
in hell!"

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

Through the tops of the trees you'll hear in the
The echoes of a mighty
"I'll be damned, we'll break jam
Or it's in hell"

And Gray lives on today
And he let out a yell
"I'll be damned, we'll break jam
Or it's in hell, boys
in hell!"