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

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

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

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

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

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

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