Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Saskatchewan Pirate

I used to be a farmer and I made a fine
I had a little stretch of along the C.P. Line
But times were hard, and though I tried, the money wasn't
And bankers and took my land, and told me "fair is fair".

I looked for kind of job, the answer always no
"Hire you now," they'd laugh, "we just let twenty go!"
The government promised me a measly little sum
But I've got too much pride to end up another bum

I thought, who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone,
I'm be a pirate on the river Saskatchewan.

'Cause a heave-ho, high-ho, coming down the Plains
Stealing wheat and barley and all the other
And it's a ho-hey, high-hey, farmers bar doors
When you see the Roger on Regina's mighty shores

You'd think the local would know that I'm at large
But the other day I saw an unsuspecting barge
I snuck up right them and they were none the wiser
I rammed their ship and sank it, and I their fertilizer.

A bridge outside of Moose Jaw a mighty river
Farmers in so much fear their stomachs are a-quiver
'Cause know that Tractor Jack is waiting in the bay,
I'll the bridge and knock them cold and sail off with their hay.

'Cause it's a heave-ho, high-ho, down the Plains
Stealing wheat and barley and all the grains
And it's a ho-hey, high-hey, farmers bar doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on mighty shores

Well, Bob he chased me, he was always at my throat
He followed on the shoreline, he didn't own a boat,
But cutbacks were a-coming and the lost his job
So now he's sailing with me and we him Salty Bob.

A sword, a skull-and-bones, and pleasant company,
I never pay my tax and screw the G.S.T. (Screw it!)
Prince down to Saskatoon, the terror of the sea
If you wanna reach the Co-op, boy, you get by me!

'Cause a heave-ho, high-ho, coming down the Plains
Stealing wheat and barley and all the other
And it's a ho-hey, high-hey, farmers bar doors
When you see the Jolly on Regina's mighty shores

Well pirate life's appealing but you don't just find it
I heard that in Alberta there's a of buccaneers
They roam the Athabasca from to Fort McKay
And you're bound to lose your Stetson if you have to pass way

Well, winter is and a chill is in the breeze
My pirate are over once the river starts to freeze
be back in springtime, but now I've got to go
I there's lots of plundering down in New Mexico.

'Cause it's a heave-ho, high-ho, down the Plains
Stealing wheat and barley and all the grains
And it's a ho-hey, high-hey, farmers bar your
When you see the Jolly Roger on mighty shores

'Cause it's a heave-ho, high-ho, coming the Plains
Stealing and barley and all the other grains
And it's a ho-hey, high-hey, farmers bar your
you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty