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 from the Arctic grounds with a good ship 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, down to old Maui,
homeward bound from the Arctic ground, rolling down to old Maui.

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

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Once more we sail the Northerly gales, towards our island home,
Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done, and we got far to roam;
Our stuns'l's bones is carried away, care we for that sound,
A living gale is after us, thank God 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 sails, running 'fore the gales, rolling down to old Maui.

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