Luyện nghe bài hát Barque In The Harbour

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

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

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

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

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

"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 Spaniard who kept your hand

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

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