Luyện nghe bài hát White Squall

[The of Wiarton is situated at the mouth of one of the deepest Great Lake
ports. For years, over 30% of the and First Mates employed in shipping
on the came from this quiet fishing town in the Bruce Peninsula. There
are very few families in the town, even now, who have not a close
to the fury of the lakes.]
Now just my luck to have 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 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 had to tell 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 that kid a hundred times "Don't take the Lakes for granted.
They go from calm to a knots so fast they seem enchanted."
But tonight some red-eyed Wiarton girl staring 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 a blow from nowhere, and it goes off like a bomb.
And a fifteen tonner can be thrown upon 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 tears fall 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 with a I roared to him, "Get down!"
But for all that he could hear, I could as 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 keeling 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 luck to have the watch, nothing left to do
But the deadly waters glide as we roll north to the 'Soo',
And wonder when they'll turn again and us to the rail
And off one more youngster in the gale.
But I these kids a hundred times "Don't take the Lakes for granted.
They go 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 into a white squall.