Luyện nghe bài hát The Fisherman's Song

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

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

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

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

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