Luyện nghe bài hát Breakfast In Hell

In the snows of Ontario
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 hear the scream
in '99 we were cutting pine
And sending it the stream

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

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

Young Sandy lives on today
In the echoes of a yell
Listen close and you'll hear a
In story that I tell, boys
This story I tell

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

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

One Sabbath Day big Gray
Came into camp a Peavey on his shoulder
a thunder 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
There's a jam of at the little jog
Near the of the Musquash River"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Gray 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 Giant's Tomb 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 hear in the breeze
The echoes of a mighty
"I'll be damned, we'll break jam
Or breakfast in hell"

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