Luyện nghe bài hát White Squall

[The town of Wiarton is situated at the mouth of one of the deepest Great
ports. For years, over 30% of the Captains and Mates employed in shipping
on the Lakes came from this quiet town in the Bruce Peninsula. There
are very few families in the town, even now, who have not lost a
to the fury of the lakes.]
Now just 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 turn again and pitch us to the rail
And off one more youngster in the gale.
The kid was so eager. It was all so big and new.
You never had to tell him twice, or find him to do.
And evenings on the deck he was always first to sing,
And us pictures of the girl he'd wed in spring.

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

Now it's a thing that us oldtimers know. In a summer calm
There comes a blow nowhere, and it goes off like a bomb.
And a fifteen thousand tonner can be thrown her beam
While the gale takes all before it a scream.
The kid was on the hatches, lying at the sky.
>From where I stood I swear I could see fall from his eyes.
So I the heart to tell him that 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 as well not made a sound.
So, I clung to the stanchions, and I felt my face go pale,
As he crawled hand over hand the rail.
I could feel her over with the fury of the blow.
I watched the rail go under then, so and slow.
Then, like some great dog she shook herself and roared again.
Far overside. I him call my name.

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