Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Of Newfoundland

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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