Luyện nghe bài hát The Fisherman's Song

By the storm-torn a woman is standing
The strung like jewels in her hair
And the sea tore the rocks the desolate landing
as it had known she stood there.

For she had come down to condemn that wild
for the loss of her man,
His boat sailed out on Wednesday
And feared it's gone down with all hands.

Oh and white were the
And wild was their
So fierce is the of love,
But she prayed to the
of men and of sailors
Not to cast their cruel nets her love.

a school on the hill
Where the sons of fathers
Are led toward and gales,
Where their God-given
Are clipped to their bodies,
And their eyes are with ships' sails.

force leads a man
To a filled with danger
High on seas or a mile
when need is his master
And no stranger,
And no other work to be found.