Luyện nghe bài hát Wee Dark Engine Room

WEE DARK ROOM
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In wee dark engine room,
Where the chill seeps your soul,
How we round that wee pot stove
That 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, anchored ten abreast.
The whalers at their stations, as from she'd to they go,
Carry bags of coal with them, and a little iron stove.

The fireman Paddy 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 bonny of humor shone just like a ray of sun.

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


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