Luyện nghe bài hát Wee Dark Engine Room

WEE DARK ROOM
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In that wee dark room,
the chill seeps through your soul,
How we round that wee pot stove
That burned oily and coal.
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How the blizzards blow, and the whaling fleet's at rest,
Tucked in Leigh sheltered bay, safely anchored ten abreast.
The whalers at stations, as from she'd to she'd they go,
little bags of coal with them, and a little iron stove.

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

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


Words and by Eric Bogle
Recorded by Ed on "The Ways of Man," FSI-68 copyright 1978.
"Many songs are sung about whaling and whalers. 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 of the men who stayed with the ships when they
laid up for the winter, doing routine maintenance and engine
Overhaul in the clammy, holds of the engine rooms." -ET
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