Luyện nghe bài hát Rolling Down To Old Maui

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

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

Once more we sail with the northerly gales through the ice and and rain,
Them coconut fronds, tropical lands, we soon
see again;
Six hellish months we've away on the cold Kamchatka sea,
But now bound from the Arctic ground, rolling down 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 got far to roam;
Our stuns'l's bones is carried away, what we for that sound,
A living gale is after us, thank God homeward bound.

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

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