Luyện nghe bài hát Barque In The Harbour

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

She sat down beside me and kept squeezing my
Saying, "Sir a stranger not long to this 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," the words she did cry
and weeping and wiping her eyes
When you home in your own Newfoundland
of the young Spaniard who kept squeezing your hand

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

One fine summer's morning our ship, she set
And down by the 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 and wiping her eyes
When you reach home in your own
Think of the young Spaniard who squeezing your hand

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

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