Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Man's Boots

You see these work in my hands, they'll probably fit ye now my son,
Take them, they're a gift from me, why you try them on?
It do your old man good to see you walking in these boots one day,
And take your place among the men who work the slipway.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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