Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Of Newfoundland

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

But a big monkey jacket
All ready to your
For there some cold nor'westers
On the Banks of

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

We had Jack Lynch Ballynahinch
Mike Murphy and some
And I'll tell you boys, well they suffered like
On the way to

They pawned their in Liverpool
And they as they did stand
But there blow some cold
On the Banks of

We'll scrape her and we'll her
holy stone and sand
For there blows some nor'westers
On the of Newfoundland

Now the mate, he did on the fo'c'sle head
And he did roar
Now rattle her in me, lads
bound for America's shore

Come, wipe the off that dead man's face
And haul or be damned
For there blows some cold
On the Banks of

We'll scrape her and we'll her
With holy stone and
For there blows cold nor'westers
On the of Newfoundland

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

And on the docks, coming in flocks
Well, those girls, they will say
It's snugger with me on the sea
On the of Newfoundland

We'll scrape her and we'll her
With stone and sand
For there blows some nor'westers
On the Banks of