Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Of Newfoundland

You boys of Liverpool
And have you all beware
you sail on them packet ships
No dungaree jackets

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

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

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

They pawned their in Liverpool
And they sailed as did stand
But there some cold nor'westers
On the of Newfoundland

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

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

Come, the blood off that dead man's face
And haul or be damned
For there blows cold nor'westers
On the Banks of

scrape her and we'll scrub her
With stone and sand
For there some cold nor'westers
On the of Newfoundland

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

And on the docks, coming down in
Well, those pretty girls, will say
It's snugger me than on the sea
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