Luyện nghe bài hát The Dire Wolf

In September off Isle Aux Morts
The desultory sea more so through the night
And made one think of ports
And aspen tremblin' in tomorrow's thorough

And of Tallulah Bankhead and Lee
Somewhere far-off, peaceful, sleeping and with acting
Past the Dire Wolf's lair on a Newfoundland's
Close to nowhere, halfway

Never more here, getting broader
Though bigger boats done by this water
Though boats been done by this water
Though better boats done by less water

In September off Isle Aux Morts
Colourable grew more so through the night
And made one of yawnin' shores
Gambier in tomorrow's thorough light

And the Tallulah and Canada Lee
Somewhere far-off, peaceful, sleeping learned to love sleep
At the Wolf's crest the Newfoundland paused
Desolate's best was across

We were never more here, expanse broader
When better boats been by this water

At the Dire best the Newfoundland paused
So desperate as to be a cause

You were never more here, expanse broader
When better boats been done by this
When bigger been done by less water

And better boats been by this water
When bigger been done by less water
And better boats been by this water