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

Take me back to my boat,
Let me fish off 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 broad combers,
Where the tide rips swirl and the gulls whirl,
Old Neptune calls the number,
'Neath the Atlantic combers.

Let me sail up 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 Caplin and from dusk to dawn,
You your trawl and listen,
To the a-hissin'.

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

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