Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Saskatchewan Pirate

I used to be a and I made a living fine
I had a stretch of land along the C.P. Line
But times were hard, and 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 they me a measly little sum
But got too much pride to end up just another bum

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

it's 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
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 behind them and they were none the wiser
I rammed their ship and sank it, and I stole fertilizer.

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

it's 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 Jolly Roger on mighty shores

Well, Mountie Bob he chased me, he was 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 sailing with me and we call him Salty Bob.

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

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 Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty

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

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

'Cause it's a heave-ho, high-ho, 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 shores

'Cause it's a heave-ho, high-ho, coming 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
When you see the Jolly on Regina's mighty shores