Luyện nghe bài hát Wee Dark Engine Room

WEE ENGINE ROOM
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In wee dark engine room,
the chill seeps through your soul,
How we huddled that wee pot stove
That oily rags 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,
Carry little bags of coal with them, and a iron stove.

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

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


Words and music by Bogle
Recorded by Ed Trickett on "The Ways of Man," FSI-68 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, by Eric Bogle, describes the bone-
Chilling existance of the men who stayed with the ships when
Were laid up for the winter, doing maintenance and engine
Overhaul in the clammy, unheated holds of the rooms." -ET
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