Luyện nghe bài hát Fisherman's Song

The are pitching pennies in the sand beside the sea
And the sunrise hits their oilskin boots, their painted and me
And they seem to know the ocean like a man knows a
She makes him wait around for the morning for the tide to turn

on the ropes, seine haul fisherman
Never more than he knows he can sell in a day
in the nets, seine haul fisherman
Day's for work, the time to go dancing

They're drinking beer and and squinting at the sun
Waiting for the gulls to tell when the fish will come
faces brown and weathered from all the nets they've run
They've learned to wait, they always know that the tide will

Pull on the ropes, seine fisherman
Never more than he knows he can sell in a day
Pull in the nets, haul fisherman
for work, night's the time to go dancing

Now way out on the the big ships hunt for whales
And the Japanese have caught so now they hunt for snails
But my fisherman's not greedy he seems to live
With the sun and the sand and a net of fishes when the tide turns

Pull on the ropes, haul fisherman
Never catches than he knows he can sell in a day
in the nets, seine haul fisherman
Day's for work, night's the time to go

Oh, yes pull on the ropes, seine fisherman
Never catches more he knows he can sell in a day
Oh, and pull in the nets, seine fisherman
Day's for work, the time to go dancing