Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Of Newfoundland

You boys of Liverpool
And I'll have you all
When you on them packet ships
No dungaree wear

But have a big jacket
All ready to hand
For there blows some cold
On the Banks of

We'll her and we'll scrub her
With stone and sand
For there blows some cold
On the of Newfoundland

We had Lynch from Ballynahinch
Murphy and some more
And I'll you boys, well they suffered like hell
On the way to

They their gear in Liverpool
And they sailed as they did
But there blow some nor'westers
On the of Newfoundland

We'll her and we'll scrub her
holy stone and sand
For there blows some cold
On the Banks of

Now the mate, he did stand on the head
And loudly he did
Now her in me, lucky lads
You're for America's shore

Come, wipe the off that dead man's face
And or you'll be damned
For there blows some nor'westers
On the of Newfoundland

We'll her and we'll scrub her
holy stone and sand
For there blows some cold
On the of Newfoundland

So now off the hook, me boys
And the land is white with
And soon see the pay table
And we'll spend the night

And on the docks, coming down in
Well, those girls, they will say
snugger with me than on the sea
On the Banks of

We'll her and we'll scrub her
holy stone and sand
For blows some cold nor'westers
On the Banks of