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 a damn when the gale is done how hard 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 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 we sail with the northerly gales through the ice and wind and rain,
coconut fronds, them tropical lands, we soon
shall see
Six hellish months we've passed away on the cold sea,
But now we're bound from the Arctic ground, rolling to old Maui.

(chorus)

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

(chorus)

How soft the breeze the island trees, now the ice is far astern,
Them native maids, them tropical glades, is 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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