Luyện nghe bài hát Fisherman's Daughter

I laid a whole night long
for the sun to beat down on my head
In broken bed

I awake and dreamt of ships
through night
Searching for
Stopping at no

I the screaming waters
Call sixty names
Raging words, pounding on the
an angry whale

I the iron rudder skip
The smell of oil
The heat of rope
Failing hands, hope

Every sailor
Asks the question about the
He is

God's anger through the clouds
And He the cargo for all to see

The of the sailor
The of he who asks no questions
About the cargo he is

Fishes and and a fisherman's daughter
in the rain, she walks to the water
To the sea