Luyện nghe bài hát Lock Keeper

[There is an extensive system of locks the St. Lawrence Seaway. The
locks a marvellous history. It's a pity they couldn't speak half the
tales they've been privy to. I guess it goes without saying that
everyone who has to travel to a living will 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 deeper that the 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 bougainvilla blossoms.
You pluck 'em from her hair and 'em in the tide,
Sweep her in arms and carry her inside.
Her sighs catch on your
Her eyes grow bold and wiser through her tears
And I say, "How you stand to leave her for a year?"
"Then come me" you say, "to where the Southern Cross
high upon your shoulder."
"Come me!" you cry,
"Each day you this lock, you're one day older,
While blood runs colder."
But that chain's a fetter
And it you are tethered to the foam,
And I wouldn't your life for one hour of home.
Sure I'm stuck here on the
While you compensate for leeway the Trades;
And you shoot the stars to see the miles made.
And you laugh at hearts riven,
But of these 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 with 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 wouldn't trade your 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 one hour of home.