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 First Mates employed in
on the came from this quiet fishing town in the Bruce Peninsula. There
are very few families in the town, now, who have not lost a close
relative to the of the lakes.]
Now it's my luck to have the watch, with nothing left to do
But watch the deadly waters as we roll north to the 'Soo',
And when they'll turn again and pitch 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 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 staring at the wall,
And her gone into a white squall.

Now it's a thing that us oldtimers know. In a sultry summer
There comes a from nowhere, and it goes 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, lying at the sky.
>From where I stood I swear I could see fall from his eyes.
So I hadn't the heart to tell him 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 over hand along the rail.
I could feel her over with the fury of the blow.
I the rail 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, with nothing to do
But watch the waters glide as we roll north to the 'Soo',
And wonder when they'll again and pitch us to the rail
And whirl off one youngster in the gale.
But I tell these kids a hundred times "Don't take the for granted.
go from calm to a hundred knots so fast they seem enchanted."
But tonight some red-eyed Wiarton girl staring at the wall,
And her gone into a white squall.