Luyện nghe bài hát Wee Dark Engine Room

WEE DARK ENGINE
(G) C G7 C G / G C F G7 C / C G7 C F C G C G / C F C F C
In that wee dark room,
Where the chill seeps through soul,
How we round that wee pot stove
That oily rags and coal.
C F C G7 G /
How the winter blizzards blow, and the fleet's at rest,
Tucked in harbor's sheltered bay, safely anchored ten abreast.
The at their stations, as from she'd to she'd they go,
Carry little bags of with them, and a little iron stove.

The fireman worked with me on the engine stiff and cold.
A stranger to the truth was he - there's not a lie he 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 factory return.
Meet your old friends, sing a song; the season won't be long,
Then homeward bound when it's over; we'll this icy hold,
But I always will remember that iron stove.


Words and by Eric Bogle
Recorded by Ed on "The Ways of Man," FSI-68 copyright 1978.
"Many songs are sung whaling and whalers. Almost all describe
A voyage, or the of the whale, or some of the men and their
Needs. song, written by Eric Bogle, describes the bone-
Chilling existance of the men who stayed with the ships they
Were laid up for the winter, routine maintenance and engine
Overhaul in the clammy, holds of the engine rooms." -ET
Filename[
DC
===DOCUMENT