Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Of Sweet Italy

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

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

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

gone with calm days
Ungentle now is Bay
A fear claims my heart
God all sailors from the cruel waves