Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Of Newfoundland

You bully of Liverpool
And I'll you all beware
you sail on them packet ships
No dungaree wear

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

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

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

They pawned their gear in
And they sailed as did stand
But there blow some cold
On the of Newfoundland

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

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

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

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

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

And on the docks, down in flocks
Well, those girls, they will say
It's with me than on the sea
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