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

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

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

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

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

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