Luyện nghe bài hát The Fisherman's Song

By the storm-torn shoreline a is standing
The strung 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 condemn that 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 white were the
And was their parting
So is the warring of love,
But she prayed to the
of men and of sailors
Not to their cruel nets o'er her love.

There's a school on the
the sons of dead fathers
Are led tempests 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
on seas or a mile underground?
It's when need is his
And no stranger,
And there's no work to be found.