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 land the C.P. Line
But times were hard, and though I tried, the money there
And bankers and took my land, and told me "fair is fair".

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause 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 Regina's mighty

Well, Bob he chased me, he was always at my throat
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 with me and we call him Salty Bob.

A sword, a skull-and-bones, and pleasant 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 down the
wheat 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 mighty shores

Well pirate life's appealing but you just find it here
I heard that in Alberta there's a band of
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 once the river to freeze
I'll be in springtime, but now I've got to go
I hear lots of plundering down in New Mexico.

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

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