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 give a damn when the is done how hard the winds did blow,
'caus we're homeward bound from the Arctic grounds with a ship taught and free,
And we won't give a damn when we drink our rum with the girls old Maui.

Rolling down to old Maui, me boys, down to old Maui,
We're homeward bound 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
see again;
Six hellish months we've passed on the cold Kamchatka sea,
But now we're bound from the Arctic ground, rolling to old Maui.

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

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

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