Luyện nghe bài hát Breakfast In Hell

In the melting snows of
Where the make you shiver
It was the month of May up in Bay
the mouth of the Musquash River

Where the bears and the coyotes howl
And you can the osprey scream
Back in '99 we were cutting
And sending it down the

Sandy Gray came to Go Home Bay
All the way P.E.I.
Where the rough and it makes you tough
No man's to die

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

Young Sandy Gray on today
In the of a mighty yell
Listen close and you'll a ghost
In this story that I tell,
This that I tell

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

And he'd ride 'em down toward Severn
To cut 'em up in the for timber
And the ships would haul spring and fall
the ice came in December

One Day big Sandy Gray
into camp with a Peavey on his shoulder
With a thunder he dropped his axe
And the got a little bit colder

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

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

They poked with poles and ran the rolls
And tried to stay on their
Every they tried, one man cried
logjam's got us beat!"

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

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

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

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

They saw him fall and they him call
once and then it was over
Young Sandy Gray his life that day
Near the of the Musquash 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
There's no fences and no
And if you listen close you'll a ghost
Down by Gray Falls

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

And Sandy Gray on today
And he let out a yell
"I'll be damned, break this jam
Or breakfast in hell, boys
in hell!"