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 goes without that
everyone who has to travel to make a living will to the parallels in
song. Stan loved 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 even deeper that the before,
Oriental oils and tea down from Singapore."
As we wait for my to cycle
I say, "My wife has me a son."
"A son!" you cry, "Is that all you've done?"
She bougainvilla blossoms.
You pluck 'em from her hair and 'em in the tide,
Sweep her in your arms and her inside.
Her catch on your shoulder;
Her eyes grow bold and wiser through 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 upon 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 wouldn't trade your for one hour of home.
Sure I'm here on the Seaway
While you compensate for through the Trades;
And you shoot the stars to see the you've made.
And you laugh at 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
Rides upon your shoulder."
"Ah with me!" you cry,
"Each day you this lock, you're one day older,
While blood runs 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.
Ah your anchor a fetter
And it you are tethered to the foam,
And I wouldn't trade your whole life for just one of home.