Luyện nghe bài hát Cape Stmarys

ST.MARY'S
Take me to my western boat
Let me off Cape St. Mary's
Where the hog-down
And the Fog wail
With my friends the Browns and the
Let me fish off Cape St.
Let me feel my dory
To the Atlantic combers
Where the rip swirls
And the wild ducks
And old calls the numbers.
'Neath the Atlantic combers
Let me up Golden Bay
With my oilskins all
From the squalls when I hauled my trawls.
And my old Cape Ann
With my all a-streaming.
And let me view ragged shore
With the beaches all
With the caplin
Where from till dawn
You your trawn, and you listen
To the a-hissin'.
And when I reach that last big
Where the groundswells asunder,
Where the sands roll to the surge's toll
Let me be a man and it
my dory fails to make it.
Oh take me back to snug green cove
Where the seas roll up their
let me rest
In the Earth's cool
Where the stars shine out wonder
And the roll up their thunder.

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