Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Of Sweet Italy

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

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

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

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