Luyện nghe bài hát Barque In The Harbour

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

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

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

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

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

"Don't you leave me Johnny Sailor," were the 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

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

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