Luyện nghe bài hát Lock Keeper

[There is an extensive of locks along the St. Lawrence Seaway. The
locks have a 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 will relate to the 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 even that the time 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 that all you've done?"
She wears blossoms.
You pluck 'em from her and toss 'em in the tide,
her in your arms and carry her inside.
Her sighs on your shoulder;
Her moonlit eyes grow and wiser through her tears
And I say, "How could you to leave her for a year?"
"Then come with me" you say, "to the Southern Cross
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 your life for one hour of home.
I'm stuck here on the Seaway
While you compensate for through the Trades;
And you the stars to see the miles you've made.
And you at hearts you've riven,
But which of these has us more love of life,
You, tropic maids, or me, my wife.
"Then come with me" you say, "to where the Cross
high upon your shoulder."
"Ah with me!" you cry,
"Each day you tend lock, you're one day older,
While your blood colder."
But that anchor 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.