Luyện nghe bài hát White Squall

[The town of Wiarton is situated at the mouth of one of the deepest Lake
ports. For years, over 30% of the and First Mates employed in shipping
on the Lakes came from quiet fishing town in the Bruce Peninsula. There
are very few families in the town, even now, who have not lost a
relative to the of the lakes.]
Now it's just my luck to have the watch, nothing left to do
But watch the deadly waters glide as we roll to the 'Soo',
And wonder when they'll 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 never had to him twice, or find him work to do.
And evenings on the mess deck he was always to sing,
And show us pictures of the he'd wed in spring.

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

Now it's a thing us oldtimers know. In a sultry summer calm
There comes a blow from nowhere, and it off like a bomb.
And a fifteen thousand tonner can be thrown her beam
While the takes 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 heart to him that he should be on a line,
on a night so warm and fine.

When it struck, he sat up with a I roared to him, "Get down!"
But for all that he could hear, I as well not made a sound.
So, I clung there to the stanchions, and I my face go pale,
As he crawled hand hand along the rail.
I could feel her keeling over the fury of the blow.
I watched the go under then, so terrible and slow.
Then, some great 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, nothing left to do
But watch the deadly waters glide as we 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 a hundred times "Don't take the Lakes for granted.
They go from calm to a hundred so fast they seem enchanted."
But tonight some red-eyed girl lies staring at the wall,
And her lover's into a white squall.