Luyện nghe bài hát Wee Dark Engine Room

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

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

Then one day we saw the sun and factory return.
your 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 that little iron stove.


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