Luyện nghe bài hát Breakfast In Hell

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

Where the prowl and the coyotes howl
And you can the osprey scream
Back in '99 we cutting pine
And sending it the stream

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

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

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

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 ships would haul spring and fall
Till the ice in December

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

Said, "Come on all you, we got to do
We gotta '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 forgiveness
But the jam was high in a sky
And they set out about their

They with poles and ran with the rolls
And tried to stay on their
Every trick 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 break jam
Or it's breakfast in hell,
in hell!"

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

struggled on, these men so strong
Till the jam began to
they dove for cover to the banks of the river
All except for Gray

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

saw him fall and they heard him call
Just once and then it was
Young Gray gave his life that day
Near the mouth of the Musquash

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

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

Through the tops of the trees you'll in the breeze
The echoes of a yell
"I'll be damned, we'll 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 breakfast in hell, boys
in hell!"