Luyện nghe bài hát Comfortless Cove

When I first saw island I was just 23,
With a set of buttons and a soft rolling sea
We had chased a slave from the Bight of Benin, the gunpowder still clung to my clothes
We anchored at Georgetown and our repairs
Where Green Mountain rose high the tropical air,
As we sailed up the coast we lowered our flag for the poor souls at Comfortless Cove.

In Freetown's great we watered the fleet
In of a launch I steered for the creek
In the shade of the mangroves we swatted and loaded the barrels aboard.
I out for Orkney when the fever set in,
So the ship's told me as he swabbed my hot skin,
But by 14 days out I was so sick and weak at Ascension they put me ashore.

(CH): Ohh, now the hurts my eyes, as I write my last letter back home,
You're as far out of reach as the waves on the as I lie here at Comfortless Cove, as I lie here at Comfortless Cove.

Now the ringing in my rises up to a scream,
I wake with the shivers and I see again,
Shackled together they trudge up the sand, faces bowed doon wi the shame,
pass right before me with a rattle and stamp,
And I hear the music in low mournful chant,
some comfort from the beat o their feet and a spirit that cannot be chained.

Ohh, now the light hurts my eyes, as I write my letter back home
You're as far out of reach as the waves on the beach as I lie here at Cove,
As I die at Comfortless Cove.

here read from the Bible to find their relief,
'I fear not the dark for thou walketh me',
Some turn tae the rum and I grudge them some air of comfort to lighten their way,
In the midst of a of the wild Birsay shore
A wave of the fever comes me once more
and I feel my heart race and a rushing of blood, and a whiteness that cuts to my

To the beat of my pulse the splashing of oars,
And I watch as a longboat the shore,
One man jumos to the water, the painter in hand, a ship full of Orkneymen brave,
And there's Rognvald, Einar, there's Harald the pale,
There's Thorfinn and Sigurd, Magnus himsel,
And I feel my pain lift as I crawl down the and I drag myself into the waves.

Ohh, and I'll one last wish, as I'm pulled to the gunwale above,
the weak and the pained, the lost and the chained find some peace in Comfortless Cove,
May you find peace in Cove.