Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Saskatchewan Pirate

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

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

it's 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, bar your doors
When you see the Roger on Regina's mighty shores

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

A bridge outside of Moose Jaw spans a 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, coming 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 on Regina's mighty shores

Well, Bob he chased me, he was always at my throat
He on the shoreline, 'cause 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 pay my income 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 it's a heave-ho, high-ho, coming the Plains
wheat 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

Well pirate life's appealing but you just find it here
I heard that in there's a band of buccaneers
roam the Athabasca from Smith to Fort McKay
And you're bound to lose your Stetson if you have to pass way

Well, is a-coming and a chill is in the breeze
My pirate days are over once the river starts to
I'll be back in springtime, but now got to go
I hear lots of plundering down in New Mexico.

'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, bar your doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty

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