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
my friends the Browns and the Clearys
Let me fish off Cape St.
Let me feel my dory
To the broad Atlantic
the tide rip swirls
And the wild whirl
And old calls the numbers.
'Neath the wild combers
Let me up Golden Bay
With my oilskins all
From the thunder squalls when I my trawls.
And my old Cape Ann
With my all a-streaming.
And let me view that ragged
With the beaches all
the caplin spawn
Where from dusk till
You your trawn, and you listen
To the a-hissin'.
And when I that last big shoal
Where the break asunder,
the wild 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 that green cove
the seas roll up their thunder
There let me
In the Earth's breast
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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