Luyện nghe bài hát White Squall

[The town of Wiarton is situated at the of one of the deepest Great Lake
ports. For years, over 30% of the Captains and First employed in shipping
on the Lakes came from this quiet fishing town in the Bruce Peninsula.
are few families in the town, even now, who have not lost a close
to the fury of the lakes.]
Now it's my luck to have the watch, with nothing left to do
But watch the deadly waters glide as we roll to the 'Soo',
And wonder they'll turn again and pitch us to the rail
And whirl off one youngster in the gale.
The kid was so eager. It was all so big and new.
You had to tell him twice, or find him work to do.
And on the mess deck he was always first to sing,
And show us pictures of the girl wed in spring.

But I told that kid a hundred "Don't take the Lakes for granted.
They go from calm to a knots so fast they seem enchanted."
But tonight some red-eyed girl lies staring at the wall,
And her gone into a white squall.

Now it's a thing that us oldtimers know. In a sultry calm
There comes a from nowhere, and it goes off like a bomb.
And a fifteen tonner can be thrown upon her beam
While the gale all before it with a scream.
The kid was on the hatches, staring at the sky.
>From where I stood I swear I could see tears from his eyes.
So I hadn't the to tell him that he should be on a line,
Even on a so warm and fine.

When it struck, he sat up with a start; I to him, "Get down!"
But for all he could hear, I could as well not made a sound.
So, I clung there to the stanchions, and I felt my go pale,
As he crawled hand hand along the rail.
I could feel her over with the fury of the blow.
I watched the go under then, so terrible and slow.
Then, like some dog she shook herself and roared upright again.
Far overside. I him call my name.

So it's just my luck to have the watch, with left to do
But watch the waters glide as we roll north to the 'Soo',
And when they'll turn again and pitch us to the rail
And off one more youngster in the gale.
But I tell these kids a hundred "Don't take the Lakes for granted.
They go from calm to a knots so fast they seem enchanted."
But some red-eyed Wiarton girl lies staring at the wall,
And her lover's gone into a squall.