Luyện nghe bài hát Rolling Down To Old Maui

It's a tough life, full of toil and strife, we whalermen undergo,
And we won't a damn when the gale is done how hard the winds did blow,
'caus homeward bound from the Arctic grounds with a good ship taught and free,
And we won't give a damn when we our rum with the girls from old Maui.

Rolling down to old Maui, me boys, down to old Maui,
We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground, rolling to old Maui.

Once more we with the northerly gales through the ice and wind and rain,
Them coconut fronds, them tropical lands, we
shall see
Six hellish months passed away on the cold Kamchatka sea,
But now we're bound from the ground, rolling down to old Maui.

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Once we sail with the Northerly gales, towards our island home,
Our mainmast sprung, our done, and we ain't got far to roam;
Our bones is carried away, what care we for that sound,
A living gale is us, thank God we're homeward bound.

(chorus)

How soft the through the island trees, now the ice is far astern,
Them maids, them tropical glades, is awaiting our return;
now their big brown eyes look out, hoping some fine day to see,
Our baggy sails, running the gales, rolling down to old Maui.

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