Luyện nghe bài hát White Squall

[The town of is situated at the mouth of one of the deepest Great Lake
ports. For years, over 30% of the Captains and First employed in shipping
on the Lakes from this quiet fishing town in the Bruce Peninsula. There
are few families in the town, even now, who have not lost a close
to the fury of the lakes.]
Now it's just my to have the watch, with nothing left to do
But watch the deadly waters as we roll north to the 'Soo',
And wonder when they'll turn again and pitch us to the
And whirl off one youngster in the gale.
The kid was so eager. It was all so big and new.
You never had to him twice, or find him work to do.
And evenings on the mess deck he was first to sing,
And show us of the girl he'd wed in spring.

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

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

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

So it's my luck to have the watch, with nothing left to do
But the deadly waters glide as we roll north to the 'Soo',
And wonder when they'll turn and pitch us to the rail
And off one more youngster in the gale.
But I tell these kids a hundred times "Don't take the for granted.
They go from calm to a hundred so fast they seem enchanted."
But some red-eyed Wiarton girl lies staring at the wall,
And her lover's gone into a squall.