Luyện nghe bài hát Story of Benjamin Darling, Pt1

On a brig loaded with headed for the north Maine coast,
They took on rough seas.
The and his slave fought back the heavy waves,
But they were threatening to her up so badly.

See two before they left the outer banks,
And made good up to Boston.
But just north of the sky grew dark,
He missed his he was making,
And life can so fast.

The had seen many a day,
When the winds blew and the raged.
But it was just a part of the he made for himself,
the coast of New England.

The heaved and cracked,
Threw the men on their backs as the water rushing in.
The captain fought yet.
He yelled above the splintering wreck, I done you wrong son.
I should be forsaken for what I done.

But Ben reached a timber to afloat.
He grabbed the captain's coat.
He swam him to the shore.
Dragged him up he couldn't pull no more,
And left him breathin', yeah left him dry.

The said in all my days,
I have never seen anybody save the very who kept him enslaved.
God dam it Ben, you should have your
For what you done.

And I should be for what I have done.

Somewhere off the coast,
At the mouth of the New Meadows there's an island,
Where a marooned man lived out his quietly under tied and sky.
Never forgetting when the sea up so high.

The said in all my days,
I have never anybody save the very person who kept him enslaved.
God dam it Ben, you should have your
For what you done.