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 wild ocean
for the murderous of her man,
His boat sailed out on Wednesday
And feared it's gone down with all hands.

Oh and white were the
And wild was 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.

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

What force 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.