Luyện nghe bài hát The Fisherman's Song

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

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

Oh and were the wave-caps
And wild was parting
So fierce is the of love,
But she to the gods
of men and of sailors
Not to their cruel nets o'er her love.

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

force leads a man
To a life with danger
on seas or a mile underground?
It's need is his master
And no stranger,
And no other work to be found.