Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Of Sweet Italy

And you go my flower my gem
My laughter and my of joy
To follow fortune through all the
luck pursue you my darling boy

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

A ring is a precious thing
Red stockings and of green
A dwelling place painted door
A white bed to love you in

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