Tác giả : Phil Ochs
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pre> 
 
Bm		       f#	bm 
In portsmouth town on the eastern shore 
 
Em		 a	  f 
Where many a fine ship was born. 
 
Bm	   g 
The thresher was built 
 
F#	     bm 
And the thresher was launched 
 
Em	       a	   f# 
And the crew of the thresher was sworn. 
 
Bm	       g 
She was shaped like a tear 
 
F#	    bm 
She was built like a shark 
 
Em	  a	  f# 
She was made to run fast and free. 
 
Bm			 g 
And the builders shook their hands 
 
F#			bm 
And the builders shared their wine, 
 
Em		       a	   f# 
And thought that they had mastered the sea. 
 
 
Bm		  f# 
Yes, she'll always run silent 
 
Em		  f# 
And she'll always run deep 
 
Em 	  bm 
Though the ocean has no pity 
 
A 	       f# 
Though the waves will never weep 
 
 
Bm 
They'll never weep. 
 
 
And they marvelled at her speed 
Marvelled at her depth 
Marvelled at her deadly design. 
And they sailed to every land 
And they sailed to every port 
Just to see what faults they could find. 
Then they put her on the land 
For nine months to stand 
And they worked on her from stem to stern. 
But they could never see 
It was their coffin to be 
For the sea was waiting for their return. 
 
Yes, she'll always run silent 
And she'll always run deep 
Though the ocean has no pity 
And the waves will never weep 
They'll never weep. 
 
On a cold wednesday morn 
They put her her out to sea 
When the waves they were nine feet high. 
And they dove beneath the waves 
And they dove to their graves 
And they never said a last goodbye. 
And its deeper and deeper 
And deeper they dove 
Just to see what their ship could stand. 
But the hull gave a moan 
And the hull gave a groan 
And they plunged to the deepest darkest sand. 
 
Now she lies in the depths 
Of the darkened ocean floor 
Covered by the waters cold and still. 
Oh can't you see the wrong 
She was a death ship all along 
Died before she had a chance to kill. 
 
[final chorus same but in past tense]. 
 
[alternate final verse from an early broadside tape] 
 
And it's 8000 fathoms of the water above 
And over 100 men below 
And sealed in their tomb 
Is the cause of their doom 
That only the sea will ever know /pre>