Luyện nghe bài hát Amsterdam

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

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

In the port of you can see sailors dance.
Haunches bursting their pants, binding to paunch.
They've forgotten the tune that their whiskey croaks.
And they're aplitting the with the roar of their jokes.
And they turn and they dance and they 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 slut that tow underneath the street lamps.

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