Luyện nghe bài hát Breakfast In Hell

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One Sabbath Day big Sandy
Came into camp with a Peavey on his
With a thunder crack he his axe
And the room got a 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 of the Musquash River"

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

They poked with poles and ran with the
And to stay on their feet
Every trick tried, one man cried
logjam's 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 breakfast in hell,
in hell!"

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

They on, these men so strong
the jam began to sway
Then they dove for to the banks of the river
All for Sandy Gray

Now with thoughts of they held their breath
As saw their 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 Sandy Gray gave his that day
Near the of the Musquash River

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

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

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

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