Luyện nghe bài hát Rolling Down To Old Maui

It's a damn tough life, of toil and strife, we whalermen undergo,
And we won't give a damn when the gale is 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 drink our rum the girls 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 gales through 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 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 we for that sound,
A gale is after us, thank God we're homeward bound.

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

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