Luyện nghe bài hát Wee Dark Engine Room

WEE DARK ENGINE
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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 blizzards blow, and the whaling fleet's at rest,
Tucked in Leigh harbor's sheltered bay, safely ten abreast.
The whalers at their stations, as she'd to she'd they go,
Carry 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 - there's not a lie he told.
And he boasted of his gold mine, and of all the hearts won,
And his bonny sense of humor just like a ray of sun.

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


Words and music by Eric
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 of the whale, or some 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 up for the winter, doing routine maintenance and engine
Overhaul in the clammy, unheated of the engine rooms." -ET
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