Luyện nghe bài hát Wee Dark Engine Room

WEE ENGINE ROOM
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In that wee engine room,
Where the chill seeps through soul,
How we huddled round that wee pot
That burned oily and coal.
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How the blizzards blow, and the whaling fleet's at rest,
Tucked in harbor's sheltered bay, safely anchored ten abreast.
The whalers at their stations, as she'd to she'd they go,
little bags of coal with them, and a little iron stove.

The fireman Paddy worked me on the engine stiff and cold.
A stranger to the truth was he - not a lie he hasn't told.
And he of his gold mine, and of all the hearts he'd won,
And his sense of humor shone just like a ray of sun.

Then one day we saw the sun and ships' return.
your old friends, sing a song; hope the season won't be long,
Then homeward bound when it's over; leave this icy hold,
But I always remember that little iron stove.


Words and music by Bogle
by Ed Trickett on "The Ways of Man," FSI-68 copyright 1978.
"Many songs are sung about and whalers. Almost all describe
A voyage, or the catch of the whale, or of the men and their
Needs. This song, written by Eric Bogle, the bone-
Chilling existance of the men who stayed with the ships when
Were laid up for the winter, doing routine maintenance and
Overhaul in the clammy, unheated of the engine rooms." -ET
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