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

Take me back to my boat,
Let me off Cape St. Mary's,
Where the hagdowns and the foghorns wail,
my friends the Browns and the Clearys,
Let me off Cape St. Mary's.

Let me my dory lift,
To the Atlantic combers,
Where the tide rips and the wild gulls whirl,
Where Old Neptune the number,
the broad Atlantic combers.

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

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

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