Luyện nghe bài hát Cape Stmarys

ST.MARY'S
Take me to my western boat
Let me fish off St. Mary's
Where the hog-down
And the Fog wail
With my friends the Browns and the
Let me fish off St. Mary's
Let me feel my lift
To the Atlantic combers
the tide rip swirls
And the wild whirl
And old Neptune the numbers.
'Neath the wild Atlantic
Let me sail up Bay
my oilskins all a-streaming
From the squalls when I hauled my trawls.
And my old Cape Ann
With my all a-streaming.
And let me view that shore
With the all a-glisten
the caplin spawn
Where from till dawn
You bait trawn, and you listen
To the a-hissin'.
And when I that last big shoal
the groundswells break asunder,
Where the wild sands roll to the toll
Let me be a man and it
When my fails to make it.
Oh take me back to that snug cove
Where the seas roll up their
There let me
In the Earth's breast
Where the stars shine out their
And the roll up their thunder.

Written by P. Kelland, Quality Music, Inc., PROC.
Recorded by Rogers in 1982 on For the Family, Folk
Traditions, R002.
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