Luyện nghe bài hát The Fisherman's Song

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

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

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

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

What leads a man
To a life with danger
High on seas or a mile
It's when is his master
And no stranger,
And there's no work to be found.