Luyện nghe bài hát Amsterdam

In the of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he brings the wide open sea.
In the port of there's a sailor who sleeps
While the river bank to the old willow tree.
In the of Amsterdam there's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of in a drunkin' down fight.
But in the of Amsterdam there's a sailor who's born
On a muggy, hot morn by the dawns light.

In the port of where the sailors all meet
There's a sailor who eats fish-heads and tails.
He show you his teeth that have rotted too soon.
That can the moon that can haul up the sails.
And he asks to the cook with his arms wide.
me more fish, put it down by my side.
And he wants so to belch, but too full to try.
So he gets up and he and he zips up his fly.

In the port of Amsterdam you can see dance.
Haunches bursting their pants, woman to paunch.
They've forgotten the tune their whiskey voice croaks.
And they're aplitting the night with the roar of jokes.
And turn and they dance and they laugh and they lust.
To the rats it of the accordion burst.
Then it's out into the night their pride in their pants.
With a that they tow underneath the street lamps.

In the port of there's a sailor who drinks.
And he drinks and he drinks and he drinks again.
He drinks to the of the whores of Amsterdam.
Who have promised their to a thousand other men.
And they darken their bodies and their virtue long
For a few dirty coins. And then when he go on
He plants his nose in the sky And he wipes it up
And he like I cry for an unfaithful love.
In the of Amsterdam.
In the of Amsterdam.
In the of Amsterdam.