Luyện nghe bài hát Cape Stmarys

ST.MARY'S
Take me back to my boat
Let me fish off St. Mary's
Where the hog-down
And the Fog wail
With my friends the and the Clearys
Let me fish off St. Mary's
Let me my dory lift
To the broad combers
the tide rip swirls
And the wild ducks
And old calls the numbers.
'Neath the Atlantic combers
Let me up Golden Bay
my oilskins all a-streaming
From the thunder squalls when I my trawls.
And my old Ann a-gleaming
my oilskins all a-streaming.
And let me view that ragged
With the all a-glisten
With the spawn
Where dusk till dawn
You your trawn, and you listen
To the a-hissin'.
And when I that last big shoal
Where the break asunder,
Where the wild sands to the surge's toll
Let me be a man and it
When my dory fails to it.
Oh take me back to that snug green
Where the seas roll up their
let me rest
In the Earth's cool
Where the stars shine out their
And the seas roll up thunder.

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