Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Of Sweet Italy

And must you go my my gem
My and my hope of joy
To follow through all the world
luck pursue you my darling boy

The sun shines in France
Yellow it shines on Barbaree
Oh, be my of day
Carry not long on the of sweet Italy

A golden ring is a precious
Red stockings and shoes of
A dwelling place painted door
A wide white bed to you in

Summer's gone with days
now is Biscay Bay
A cold claims my heart
God save all sailors the cruel waves