Luyện nghe bài hát Wee Dark Engine Room

WEE ENGINE ROOM
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In that wee engine room,
Where the chill seeps your 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 Leigh harbor's bay, safely anchored ten abreast.
The whalers at their stations, as from she'd to they go,
little bags of coal with them, and a little iron stove.

The fireman Paddy worked with me on the engine 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 factory return.
Meet your old friends, sing a song; hope the season be long,
Then homeward bound when it's over; we'll this icy hold,
But I always will remember that little stove.


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