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 of the Musquash River

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

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

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

Young Sandy lives on today
In the echoes of a mighty
Listen and you'll hear a ghost
In this story that I tell,
This story that I

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

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

One Day big Sandy Gray
Came camp with 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 'er all we can give 'er
There's a jam of at the little jog
the mouth of the Musquash River"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

East of Giant's Tomb plenty of room
There's no and no walls
And if you listen you'll hear a ghost
by Sandy Gray Falls

Through the tops of the you'll hear in the breeze
The of a mighty yell
"I'll be damned, we'll this jam
Or it's in hell"

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