Luyện nghe bài hát Cape Stmarys

ST.MARY'S
Take me back to my western
Let me off Cape St. Mary's
Where the sail
And the Fog wail
With my friends the and the Clearys
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 wild 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
With my all a-streaming.
And let me view ragged shore
With the beaches all
the caplin spawn
Where from till dawn
You your trawn, and you listen
To the a-hissin'.
And I reach 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 fails to make it.
Oh take me back to snug green cove
the seas roll up their thunder
There let me
In the cool breast
Where the stars shine out wonder
And the seas roll up 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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