Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Of Sweet Italy

And must you go my my gem
My laughter and my of joy
To follow fortune all the world
Make pursue you my darling boy

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

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

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