Luyện nghe bài hát Comfortless Cove

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

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

(CH): 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 here at Cove, as I lie here at Comfortless Cove.

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

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

Some here read from the Bible to their relief,
'I not the dark for thou 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 dream of the wild shore
A wave of the fever comes over me once
and I my heart race and a rushing of blood, and a whiteness that cuts to my brain

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

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