Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Saskatchewan Pirate

I to be a farmer and I made a living fine
I had a little stretch of along the C.P. Line
But were hard, and though I tried, the money wasn't there
And came 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 always laugh, "we let twenty go!"
The government they promised me a measly sum
But I've got too much pride to end up just bum

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

'Cause a heave-ho, high-ho, coming down the Plains
Stealing and barley and all the other grains
And it's a ho-hey, high-hey, farmers bar doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's 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 behind them and were none the wiser
I rammed their and sank it, and I stole their fertilizer.

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

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

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

A sword, a skull-and-bones, and pleasant company,
I pay my income tax and screw the G.S.T. (Screw it!)
Prince down to Saskatoon, the terror of the sea
If you wanna the Co-op, boy, you gotta get by me!

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

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

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

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