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 though it had known she there.

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

Oh and white were the
And wild was parting
So fierce is the of love,
But she to the gods
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 tempests and gales,
Where their wings
Are clipped to their bodies,
And their are bound-'round with ships' sails.

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