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

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

Once more we sail with the northerly through the ice and wind and rain,
Them coconut fronds, tropical lands, we soon
see again;
Six hellish months we've passed away on the Kamchatka sea,
But now bound from the Arctic 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 done, and we ain't got far to roam;
Our stuns'l's bones is carried away, what we for that sound,
A living is after us, thank God we're homeward bound.

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

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