Luyện nghe bài hát Rolling Down To Old Maui

It's a damn life, full 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 ship and free,
And we won't a damn when we drink our rum with the girls from old Maui.

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

Once more we sail with the northerly through the ice and wind and rain,
Them coconut fronds, them lands, we soon
see again;
Six hellish months we've passed 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 with the Northerly gales, towards our island home,
Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done, and we got far to roam;
Our bones 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 the breeze through the island trees, now the ice is far astern,
native maids, them tropical glades, is awaiting our return;
Even now their big brown eyes look out, hoping fine day to see,
Our baggy sails, 'fore the gales, rolling down to old Maui.

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