Luyện nghe bài hát Amsterdam

In the of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he from 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 port of Amsterdam there's a who dies
of beer, full of cries in a drunkin' down fight.
But in the of Amsterdam there's a sailor who's born
On a muggy, hot morn by the early light.

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

In the of Amsterdam you can see sailors dance.
Haunches their pants, binding 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 sounds of the burst.
Then it's out into the night their pride in their pants.
a slut that they tow underneath the street lamps.

In the port of there's a sailor who drinks.
And he and he drinks and he drinks once again.
He to the health of the whores of Amsterdam.
Who have promised their love to a thousand men.
And they their bodies and their virtue long gone
For a few dirty coins. And when he can't go on
He plants his nose in the sky And he it up above
And he like I cry for an unfaithful love.
In the of Amsterdam.
In the of Amsterdam.
In the of Amsterdam.