Luyện nghe bài hát Lock Keeper

[There is an extensive system of locks the St. Lawrence Seaway. The
locks have a marvellous history. It's a pity they speak half the
tales they've privy to. I guess it probably goes without saying that
everyone who has to travel to a living will relate to the parallels in
this song. Stan the road and performing was life's-blood, but he wanted
very to be the lock-keeper.]
You say, "Well-met again, Lock-keeper!
We're laden deeper that the time before,
oils and tea brought down from 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 bougainvilla blossoms.
You pluck 'em from her and toss 'em in the tide,
Sweep her in your arms and her inside.
Her catch on your shoulder;
Her moonlit eyes grow bold and wiser her tears
And I say, "How you stand to leave her for a year?"
"Then come with me" you say, "to the Southern Cross
high upon 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 for one hour of home.
Sure I'm here on the Seaway
you compensate for leeway through the Trades;
And you shoot the stars to see the you've made.
And you laugh at hearts riven,
But which of these has us more love of life,
You, your maids, or me, my wife.
"Then with me" you say, "to where the Southern Cross
high upon your shoulder."
"Ah with 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 wouldn't trade life for one hour of home.
Ah your anchor chain's a
And with it you are to the foam,
And I wouldn't trade your whole life for just one of home.