Luyện nghe bài hát Lock Keeper

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