Luyện nghe bài hát White Squall

[The town of Wiarton is at the mouth of one of the deepest Great Lake
ports. For years, over 30% of the Captains and First employed in shipping
on the came from this quiet fishing town in the Bruce Peninsula. There
are very few in the town, even now, who have not lost a close
to the fury of the lakes.]
Now it's just my to have the watch, with nothing left to do
But the deadly waters glide as we roll north to the 'Soo',
And wonder when 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 had to tell him twice, or find him work to do.
And evenings on the mess he was always first to sing,
And us pictures 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 that us oldtimers know. In a sultry summer calm
comes a blow 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 tears from his eyes.
So I hadn't the to tell him that 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 hear, I could as well not made a sound.
So, I clung there to the stanchions, and I felt my go pale,
As he hand over hand along the rail.
I could feel her keeling over with the of the blow.
I watched the rail go then, so terrible and slow.
Then, like some dog she shook herself and roared upright again.
Far overside. I him call my name.

So 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 when they'll turn again and us to the rail
And off one more youngster in the gale.
But I tell these 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 girl lies staring at the wall,
And her lover's into a white squall.