Luyện nghe bài hát A Salty Dog

(brooker / reid)

'all hands on deck, we've run afloat!' I the captain cry
'explore the ship, the cook: let no one leave alive!'
Across the straits, the horn: how far can sailors fly?
A path, our tortured course, and no one left alive

We sailed for parts unknown to man, ships come home to die
No lofty peak, nor fortress bold, could match our eye
Upon the seventh seasick day we our port of call
A so white, and sea so blue, no mortal place at all

We fired the gun, and burnt the mast, and rowed from ship to
The cried, we sailors wept: our tears were tears of joy
Now many moons and many junes have passed since we land
A salty dog, this seaman's log: witness my own hand