Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Saskatchewan Pirate

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

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

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

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

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

A bridge outside of Jaw spans a mighty river
Farmers cross in so much fear stomachs are a-quiver
'Cause they know Tractor 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 grains
And a ho-hey, high-hey, farmers bar your doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's shores

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

A swinging sword, a skull-and-bones, and company,
I pay my income tax and screw the G.S.T. (Screw it!)
Prince Albert to Saskatoon, the terror of the sea
If you wanna 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
When you see the Jolly Roger on mighty shores

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

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

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