Luyện nghe bài hát Comfortless Cove

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

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

(CH): Ohh, now the light hurts my eyes, as I write my last letter home,
You're as far out of reach as the waves on the beach as I lie here at 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 they trudge up the sand, their faces bowed doon wi the shame,
They pass right before me a rattle and stamp,
And I the music in their low mournful chant,
Takin some comfort from the beat o their feet and a spirit cannot be chained.

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

Some here read the Bible to find their relief,
'I fear not the dark for walketh with me',
Some turn tae the rum and I don't 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 over me 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 make one last wish, as I'm to the gunwale above,
That the and the pained, the lost and the chained find some peace in Comfortless Cove,
May you find in Comfortless Cove.