Luyện nghe bài hát Rolling Down To Old Maui

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

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

Once more we sail with the northerly through the ice and wind and rain,
Them coconut fronds, tropical lands, we soon
see again;
Six hellish months we've passed away on the Kamchatka sea,
But now we're bound from the Arctic ground, rolling to old Maui.

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

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

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