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

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

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

Let me up Golden Bay,
my oilskins 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,
the beach is all a-glisten,
Where the Caplin and from dusk to dawn,
You bait your and listen,
To the a-hissin'.

When I reach last big shoal,
Where the ground swells 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 snug green cove,
Where the seas up their thunder,
There let me rest in the cool breast,
the stars shine out their wonder,
And the roll up their thunder.