Luyện nghe bài hát The Ship In Distress

The in Distress
You seamen bold plough the ocean,
dangers landsmen do never know.
The sun gangs over old England's
No tongue can tell you go through.
bitter storms in the height of battle,
Now mark you well I do say,
Where thund'ring cannons loudly
no back door to run away.
Of a merchant ship was a captain;
A long they bad been drove on sea.
The weather proved to so uncertain,
brought them to extremity.
Nothing on poor souls to nourish,
Nor to strengthen their arms;
The ship's crew were nearly starving,
The men nothing but skin and bone.
The and dogs how they did eat them,
Hunger proving to them
and men of one direction
They all of them went shares.
At length, at length the hour on them,
The came on them most bitterly.
Poor fellows all titter totter,
Casting which of them should die.
The lot was on one poor fellow
had a wife at home on shore,
But to of eating our fellow creatures
It was which grieved us ten times more.
'l am willing to die,'this man answered,
But to the topmast away,
For some help you may discover
I unto the Lord do pray.'
The captain he spied a vessel
About a from us or more,
signals of distress were fired
And soon for us she bore.
And we got provisions plenty,
And far from all deadly fear,
To see such pity they took us
You not help but shed a tear.
But now happy in old England
And far all such deadly fear,
We'll drink unto our wives and
And all we love so dear.
May God protect all jolly
And all that the raging main;
May they never see no more trials
And never know the again.
From Oxford Book of Sea Songs,
Somewhat version recorded by Killen, 40 North to 40
North and by (Haul on the Bowline)?
filename[
play.exe
RG
===DOCUMENT