Luyện nghe bài hát Fisherman's Song

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

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

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

Pull on the ropes, haul 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 content to live
With the sun and the sand and a net full of when the tide turns

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

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