Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Man's Boots

You see these work boots in my hands, they'll fit ye now my son,
Take them, a gift from me, why don't you try them on?
It would do your old man good to see you walking in these one day,
And your place among the men who work upon the slipway.

These dead man's boots, though old and curled,
When a needs a job and a place in the world,
And it's for a man to put down roots,
And walk to the river in his old boots.

He said, "I'm nearly done and this, that ye do one final thing for me!
You're barely but a sapling, and you think you're a tree.
If ye need a seed to prosper, ye first put down some roots.
Just one foot the other in these dead man's boots."

These man's boots know their way down the hill,
They walk there themselves, and they probably will.
There's a for ye there to sink your roots,
And take a walk the river in these dead man's boots.

I said, "Why in the would I do that? And why would I agree?"
When his hand was all I'd received, as far as I remember.
It's not as if spoiled me with his kindness up to then ye see.
I'd a plan of me own and I'd quit this place I came of age September.

These dead boots know their way down the hill,
They can there themselves, and they probably will.
I'd plenty of choices, and other routes,
And he'd see me walking in these dead man's boots.

What was it made him I'd be happy ending up like him?
he'd hardly got two halfpennies left, or a broken pot to piss in.
He this same thing for me, was that his final wish?
He said, "What the hell are ye do?"
I said, "Anything but this!"

These dead man's boots know their way the hill,
They can walk there and they most likely will.
But they won't walk with me 'cos I'm off the way,
I've had it up to here, I'm gonna my say.
all ye've got left is that cross on the wall?
I want from you, I want nothing at all.
Not a pension, nor a pittance, your whole life is through,
Get this through your head, I'm like you,
I'm done all the arguments, there'll be no more dispute,
And ye'll die ye see me in your dead man's boots.