Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Of Sweet Italy

And you go my flower my gem
My and my hope of joy
To fortune through all the world
Make pursue you my darling boy

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

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

Summer's gone with days
Ungentle now is Bay
A cold fear my heart
God save all sailors from the waves