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 and enjoying my glass
Who chanced to walk in but a young lass

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

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

I quickly consented her for to roam
She lived by herself in a 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 our ship, she set sail
And by the seashore lovely Irene she came
Waving her pocket and wiping her eyes
"Don't leave me Sailor," were the words 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 own Newfoundland
Think of the Spaniard 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 your bride
Think on the young maiden who lay by your

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