Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Saskatchewan Pirate

I used to be a and I made a living fine
I had a little stretch of land along the C.P.
But were hard, and though I tried, the money wasn't there
And bankers came and my land, and told me "fair is fair".

I looked for every of job, the answer always no
"Hire you now," they'd always laugh, "we just let go!"
The government they me a measly little sum
But I've got too much pride to end up another bum

Then I thought, who a damn if all the jobs are gone,
I'm gonna be a on the river Saskatchewan.

it's a heave-ho, high-ho, coming down the Plains
Stealing wheat and barley and all the grains
And it's a ho-hey, high-hey, bar your doors
When you see the Roger on Regina's mighty shores

think the local farmers would know that I'm at large
But just the other day I saw an barge
I snuck up right behind and they were none the wiser
I their ship and sank it, and I stole their fertilizer.

A bridge outside of Moose Jaw a mighty river
cross in so much fear their stomachs are a-quiver
'Cause they know that Tractor is waiting in the bay,
I'll jump the bridge and knock them cold and sail off with hay.

'Cause it's a heave-ho, high-ho, coming the Plains
Stealing wheat and barley and all the other
And it's a ho-hey, high-hey, bar your doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty

Well, Mountie Bob he chased me, he was always at my
He on the shoreline, 'cause he didn't own a boat,
But cutbacks were a-coming and the Mountie his job
So now he's sailing with me and we him Salty Bob.

A swinging sword, a skull-and-bones, and company,
I never pay my income tax and the G.S.T. (Screw it!)
Prince Albert to Saskatoon, the terror of the sea
If you reach the Co-op, boy, you gotta get by me!

'Cause it's a heave-ho, high-ho, coming the Plains
wheat and barley and all the other grains
And a ho-hey, high-hey, farmers bar your doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's shores

Well pirate life's but you don't just find it here
I heard that in there's a band of buccaneers
They roam the Athabasca from Smith to Fort
And you're bound to lose your Stetson if you have to pass way

Well, winter is and a chill is in the breeze
My pirate days are over the river starts to freeze
I'll be back in springtime, but now got to go
I there's lots of plundering down in New Mexico.

'Cause it's a heave-ho, high-ho, coming down the
Stealing wheat and and all the other grains
And it's a ho-hey, high-hey, farmers bar doors
you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores

'Cause it's a heave-ho, high-ho, coming the Plains
wheat and barley and all the other grains
And it's a ho-hey, high-hey, farmers bar your
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty
When you see the Roger on Regina's mighty shores