Luyện nghe bài hát Barque In The Harbour

From a in the harbor I went roaming on shore
And stepped a pub where I was oft times before
And as I was sitting and enjoying my
Who chanced to in but a young Spanish lass

She sat down beside me and kept my hand
Saying, "Sir a stranger not long to this land
Will you roam, Johnny Sailor, would you along with me
To some lonesome spot where can see?"

"Don't you leave me Sailor," were the words she did cry
and weeping and wiping her eyes
When you reach in your own Newfoundland
of the young Spaniard who kept squeezing your hand

I quickly consented with her for to
She lived by herself in a neat home
She was brisk, and jolly and her age scare ninteen
And the name of that I think was Irene

One fine summer's morning our ship, she set
And down by the seashore lovely she came
her pocket hankerchief and wiping her eyes
"Don't me Johnny Sailor," were the words she did cry

"Don't you leave me Sailor," were the words she did cry
Waving and weeping and her eyes
you reach home in your own Newfoundland
Think of the young Spaniard who kept squeezing hand

I'll give you farewell on a fine summer's breeze
But don't forget me when you're crossing the sea
And when you are married and enjoying your
Think on the young who lay by your side

"Don't you leave me Johnny Sailor," were the she did cry
Waving and and wiping her eyes
When you reach home in your own
Think of the Spaniard who kept squeezing your hand
Think of the Spaniard who kept squeezing your hand