Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Saskatchewan Pirate

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, Mountie Bob he me, he was always at my throat
He followed on the shoreline, 'cause he own a boat,
But cutbacks a-coming and the Mountie lost his job
So now sailing with me and we call him Salty Bob.

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

'Cause a heave-ho, high-ho, coming 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 Regina's shores

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

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

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

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