Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Saskatchewan Pirate

I to be a farmer and I made a living fine
I had a little of land 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 kind of job, the always no
"Hire you now," always laugh, "we just let twenty go!"
The government they promised me a little 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 gonna be a pirate on the Saskatchewan.

'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 doors
When you see the Jolly 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 and they were none the wiser
I rammed their ship and sank it, and I stole fertilizer.

A bridge outside of Jaw spans a mighty river
Farmers cross in so fear their stomachs are a-quiver
'Cause they know Tractor Jack is waiting in the bay,
I'll jump the bridge and knock cold and sail off with their 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 mighty 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 were a-coming and the 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 pay my income tax and screw 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
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

Well pirate life's appealing but you don't just find it
I heard that in there's a band of buccaneers
They roam the Athabasca from to Fort McKay
And you're to lose your Stetson 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 starts to
I'll be back in springtime, but now got to go
I hear there's lots of down in New Mexico.

'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 doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's shores

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