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 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, nothing left to do
But watch the deadly waters glide as we roll to the 'Soo',
And wonder when they'll 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 tell him twice, or 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 that kid a hundred times "Don't take the Lakes 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 lover's into a white squall.

Now it's a thing that us oldtimers know. In a summer calm
There comes a blow nowhere, and it goes off like a bomb.
And a fifteen thousand tonner can be thrown her beam
the gale takes all before it with a scream.
The kid was on the hatches, lying at the sky.
>From where I stood I swear I see tears fall from his eyes.
So I hadn't the to tell him that 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 hand over hand along 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 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, nothing left to do
But watch the waters glide as we roll north to the 'Soo',
And wonder when they'll turn again and 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.
They go from calm to a hundred knots so they seem enchanted."
But tonight some red-eyed Wiarton girl staring at the wall,
And her gone into a white squall.