Luyện nghe bài hát Barque In The Harbour

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

She sat down beside me and squeezing my hand
Saying, "Sir you're a stranger not long to land
Will you roam, Johnny Sailor, would you roam with me
To some lonesome where nobody can see?"

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

I quickly with her for to roam
She by herself in a neat little home
She was brisk, plump and and her age scare ninteen
And the name of that maiden I think was

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

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

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

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