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 Captains and First Mates employed in
on the Lakes came from this quiet fishing town in the Peninsula. There
are very few families in the town, even now, who not lost 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 glide as we roll north to the 'Soo',
And wonder 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 evenings on the mess he was always first to sing,
And show us of the girl he'd wed in spring.

But I told that kid a hundred times "Don't the Lakes for granted.
They go from calm to a hundred knots so fast they enchanted."
But tonight some red-eyed girl lies staring at the wall,
And her lover's gone into a 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 thousand tonner can be thrown upon her
While the gale takes all it with a scream.
The kid was on the hatches, staring at the sky.
>From where I I swear I could see tears fall 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 to the stanchions, and I felt my face go pale,
As he crawled hand over hand the rail.
I could feel her keeling over with the of the blow.
I watched the go under then, so terrible and slow.
Then, like some great dog she shook and roared upright 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 roll 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 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 Wiarton girl lies staring at the wall,
And her lover's gone into a squall.