Luyện nghe bài hát Lock Keeper

[There is an extensive of locks along the St. Lawrence Seaway. The
locks have a marvellous history. It's a pity they couldn't speak the
tales they've privy to. I guess it probably goes without saying that
everyone who has to travel to make a living will relate to the in
this song. Stan loved the road and performing was life's-blood, but he
badly to be the lock-keeper.]
You say, "Well-met again, Lock-keeper!
We're laden even that the time before,
Oriental oils and tea brought down 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 arms and her inside.
Her sighs catch on your
Her moonlit eyes grow and wiser through her tears
And I say, "How could you 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 your blood colder."
But that chain's a fetter
And with it you are to the foam,
And I wouldn't trade life for one hour of home.
Sure I'm stuck here on the
While you compensate for through the Trades;
And you shoot the stars to see the you've made.
And you at hearts you've riven,
But which of these has given us more of life,
You, tropic maids, or me, my wife.
"Then with me" you say, "to where the Southern Cross
Rides upon your shoulder."
"Ah with me!" you cry,
"Each day you this lock, you're one day older,
While your blood colder."
But that anchor chain's a
And it you are tethered to the foam,
And I wouldn't your life for one hour of home.
Ah your chain's a fetter
And it you are tethered to the foam,
And I wouldn't trade your whole life for just one of home.