Luyện nghe bài hát The Arabic

In the stony grey soil through and toil,
rough lands they owned me.
Digging potatoes and the earth,
As my family did before me.
But I swore I furrow, plant my own seed,
Rise from my and stand proudly.
America, I swore, or some shore,
Would grant the life I of surely.

So I up the money, my passage to pay,
And braved the early one morning.
I bid adieu to my among grief and tears,
As feared there was no returning.
On the White Star I'd soon sail away,
the Great War was still raging.
I walked the days, to Queenstown made way,
Till the Arabic it loomed far me.

Who knows what fate brings, what life has in
We peer a looking glass dimly.
As I stepped on board, and steerage toward,
Below decks a chill spread o'er me.
At last we weighed anchor, o'er the main,
The hint of land dimming slowly.
We zigzagged our for fear of the worst,
And the worst ploughed its far below me.

U24, the of the sea,
Spied us and they made ready.
Torpedoes loosed, our ship was reduced
To a grave sinking steadily.
The were cast, the men entered last,
But was too few for so many.
I in the sea as a blast wounded me,
And the blood it ran and freely

In fear and confusion, around,
the abyss fast approaching.
Spying a lifeboat, I to its side,
But beat me with oars for encroaching.
But a lady on board took on me,
As I my last breath and was sinking.
my arm to keep me from harm,
She me and saved me from drowning.

We got back on shore, and secure.
led us all to the infirmary.
Three month I spent there, why I was spared.
Among all, why was I mercy?
Some and some die, there's no reason why.
The spinners their webs in mystery.
Now I'm on my land, fate lends a hand,
As the roots of weave around me.