Luyện nghe bài hát The Fisherman's Song

By the storm-torn a woman is standing
The spray like jewels in her hair
And the sea tore the rocks 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 sailed out on morning
And it's feared it's down with all hands.

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

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

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