Luyện nghe bài hát Barque In The Harbour

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

She sat beside me and kept squeezing 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
Think of the Spaniard who kept squeezing your hand

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

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

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

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

"Don't you leave me Johnny Sailor," 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
Think of the Spaniard who kept squeezing your hand