Luyện nghe bài hát Lock Keeper

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