Luyện nghe bài hát Lock Keeper

[There is an extensive system of locks along the St. 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 living relate to the parallels in
this song. Stan loved the road and was life's-blood, but he wanted
very to be the lock-keeper.]
You say, "Well-met again, Lock-keeper!
We're laden even that the time before,
Oriental oils and tea down 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 wears blossoms.
You 'em from her hair and toss 'em in the tide,
Sweep her in your and carry her inside.
Her sighs on your shoulder;
Her moonlit grow bold and wiser through her tears
And I say, "How could you stand to her for a year?"
"Then come me" you say, "to where the Southern Cross
Rides upon your shoulder."
"Come me!" you cry,
"Each day you this lock, you're one day older,
your blood runs colder."
But that anchor chain's a
And with it you are to the foam,
And I wouldn't your life for one hour of home.
Sure I'm stuck here on the
you compensate for leeway through the Trades;
And you shoot the to see the miles you've made.
And you laugh at hearts riven,
But which of has given us more love of life,
You, tropic maids, or me, my wife.
"Then with me" you say, "to where the Southern Cross
Rides high your shoulder."
"Ah come me!" you cry,
"Each day you tend this lock, one day older,
While your blood colder."
But that chain's a fetter
And with it you are 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 trade your whole life for just one hour of home.