Luyện nghe bài hát Fisherman's Song

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

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

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

Pull on the ropes, seine haul
Never catches more 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 ocean the big ships for whales
And the Japanese caught so many now they hunt for snails
But my fisherman's not greedy he seems content to
With the sun and the sand and a net full of when the tide turns

Pull on the ropes, seine fisherman
catches more than he knows he can sell in a day
Pull in the nets, seine haul
Day's for work, night's the to go dancing

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