Luyện nghe bài hát White Squall

[The town of Wiarton is situated at the mouth of one of the Great Lake
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 have the watch, with nothing to do
But watch the deadly glide as we roll north to the 'Soo',
And wonder when turn again and pitch us to the rail
And off one more 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 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 to a hundred knots so fast they seem enchanted."
But some red-eyed Wiarton girl lies staring at the wall,
And her lover's gone a white squall.

Now it's a thing that us oldtimers know. In a sultry calm
There comes a blow from nowhere, and it goes off a bomb.
And a fifteen thousand tonner can be thrown upon her
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 the heart to tell him that he should be on a line,
Even on a 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 could as well not a sound.
So, I there to the stanchions, and I felt my face go pale,
As he crawled over hand along the rail.
I feel her keeling over with the fury of the blow.
I watched the rail go then, so terrible and slow.
Then, like great dog she shook herself and roared upright again.
Far overside. I heard him my name.

So it's my luck to have the watch, with nothing left to do
But watch the waters glide as we roll north to the 'Soo',
And wonder when they'll turn again and pitch us to the
And off one more youngster in the gale.
But I tell these kids a hundred times "Don't take the for granted.
They go from calm to a hundred knots so fast seem enchanted."
But some red-eyed Wiarton girl lies staring at the wall,
And her lover's gone into a squall.