Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Fish off Cape StMary's

Take me to my Western boat,
Let me fish off St. Mary's,
the hagdowns sail and the foghorns wail,
With my the Browns and the Clearys,
Let me fish off St. Mary's.

Let me feel my lift,
To the broad combers,
the tide rips swirl and the wild gulls whirl,
Where Old calls the number,
'Neath the Atlantic combers.

Let me up Golden Bay,
With my all a streamin',
From the thunder when I hauled me trawl,
And my old Ann a gleamin',
my oil skins all a streamin'.

Let me that rugged shore,
Where the is all a-glisten,
Where the spawn and from dusk to dawn,
You bait trawl and listen,
To the a-hissin'.

When I that last big shoal,
Where the swells break asunder,
Where the wild roll to the surge's toll,
Let me be a man and it,
When my dory fails to it.

me back to that snug green cove,
Where the roll up their thunder,
There let me rest in the earth's breast,
Where the stars out their wonder,
And the seas roll up thunder.