Luyện nghe bài hát Wee Dark Engine Room

WEE ENGINE ROOM
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In that wee dark room,
Where the chill seeps your soul,
How we huddled that wee pot stove
burned oily rags and coal.
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How the winter blow, and the whaling fleet's at rest,
Tucked in Leigh harbor's sheltered bay, safely ten abreast.
The whalers at their stations, as from to she'd they go,
Carry little of coal with them, and a little iron stove.

The fireman worked with me on the engine stiff and cold.
A stranger to the was he - there's not a lie he hasn't told.
And he boasted of his gold mine, and of all the he'd won,
And his bonny sense of humor shone like 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 remember that little stove.


Words and music by Bogle
Recorded by Ed Trickett on "The Ways of Man," copyright 1978.
"Many songs are sung whaling 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, describes the
Chilling existance of the men who stayed the ships when they
Were laid up for the winter, routine maintenance and engine
in the clammy, unheated holds of the engine rooms." -ET
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