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,
With my the Browns and the Clearys,
Let me fish off St. Mary's.

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

Let me up Golden Bay,
my oilskins 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 view rugged shore,
Where the is all a-glisten,
Where the Caplin spawn and from to dawn,
You bait trawl and listen,
To the a-hissin'.

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

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