Luyện nghe bài hát Rolling Down To Old Maui

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

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

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

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Once more we sail with the Northerly gales, towards our home,
Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done, and we got far to roam;
Our stuns'l's bones is carried away, what care we for sound,
A gale is after us, thank God we're homeward bound.

(chorus)

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

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