Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Saskatchewan Pirate

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

I for every kind of job, the answer always no
"Hire you now," always laugh, "we just let twenty 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 gives a damn if all the are gone,
I'm gonna be a on the river Saskatchewan.

'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 on Regina's mighty shores

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

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

'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 your
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's 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!

'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
you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores

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

Well, winter is a-coming and a is in the breeze
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, coming 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 Roger on Regina's 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, farmers bar your
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's shores
you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores