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 this quiet fishing town in the Bruce Peninsula. There
are very few families in the town, even now, who not lost a close
to the fury of the lakes.]
Now it's just my luck to the watch, with nothing left to do
But watch the deadly waters glide as we roll to the 'Soo',
And wonder when they'll turn again and us to the rail
And whirl off one more 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 on the mess deck he was always first to sing,
And show us of the girl he'd wed in spring.

But I told that kid a hundred "Don't take the Lakes for granted.
go from calm to a hundred knots so fast they seem enchanted."
But some red-eyed 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 from nowhere, and it goes off like a bomb.
And a fifteen thousand can be thrown upon her beam
the gale takes all before it with a scream.
The kid was on the hatches, lying at the sky.
>From where I stood I swear I could see tears from his eyes.
So I hadn't the heart to tell him he should be on a line,
on a night so warm and fine.

When it struck, he sat up with a start; I 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 felt my go pale,
As he crawled hand hand along the rail.
I feel her keeling over with the fury of the blow.
I the rail go under then, so terrible and slow.
Then, like some great dog she shook herself and upright again.
Far overside. I him call my name.

So 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 they'll turn and pitch us to the rail
And whirl off one youngster in the gale.
But I tell these kids a hundred "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 lies at the wall,
And her gone into a white squall.