Luyện nghe bài hát Lock Keeper

[There is an system of locks along the St. Lawrence Seaway. The
locks have a marvellous history. It's a pity they couldn't half the
tales they've privy to. I guess it probably goes without saying that
everyone who has to travel to make a living will relate to the in
this song. Stan loved the road and performing was life's-blood, but he
very to be the lock-keeper.]
You say, "Well-met again, Lock-keeper!
We're laden even deeper that the before,
Oriental and tea brought down from Singapore."
As we wait for my to cycle
I say, "My wife has me a son."
"A son!" you cry, "Is that all that done?"
She bougainvilla blossoms.
You pluck 'em from her and toss 'em in the tide,
Sweep her in arms and carry her inside.
Her sighs catch on shoulder;
Her moonlit eyes grow bold and through her tears
And I say, "How could you to leave her for a year?"
"Then come with me" you say, "to where the Southern
Rides high your shoulder."
"Come me!" you cry,
"Each day you tend this lock, one day older,
While your runs colder."
But that chain's a fetter
And it you are tethered to the foam,
And I wouldn't trade your life for one of home.
Sure I'm stuck here on the
you compensate for leeway through the Trades;
And you the stars to see the miles you've made.
And you laugh at you've riven,
But which of has given us more love of life,
You, your maids, or me, my wife.
"Then come with me" you say, "to the Southern Cross
Rides upon your shoulder."
"Ah come me!" you cry,
"Each day you tend lock, you're one day older,
While your runs colder."
But that chain's a fetter
And it you are tethered to the foam,
And I trade your life for one hour of home.
Ah your anchor a fetter
And it you are tethered to the foam,
And I wouldn't trade your whole life for just one of home.