Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Of Newfoundland

You bully boys of
And have you all beware
When you sail on them ships
No dungaree jackets

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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