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 near the desolate landing
as though it had known she there.

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

Oh and were the wave-caps
And was their 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.

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

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