Luyện nghe bài hát Barrett's Privateers

Oh, the was 1778,
How I wish I was in now!
A letter of came from the King,
To the scummiest I'd ever seen.

God them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for gold,
We'd fire no guns, no tears,
Now I'm a man on a Halifax pier,
The last of Privateers.

Oh, Elcid cried the town,
How I I was in Sherbrooke now!
For twenty brave men all who,
Would make for him to crew.

God them all!
I was told we'd the seas for American gold,
fire no guns, shed no tears,
Now I'm a broken man on a pier,
The last of Privateers.

The Antelope was a sickening sight,
How I wish I was in now!
She'd a list to the port and her in rags,
And the cook in and the staggers and the jags.

God them all!
I was told we'd the seas for American gold,
fire no guns, shed no tears,
Now I'm a broken man on a pier,
The of Barrett's Privateers.

On the birthday we put to sea,
How I I was in Sherbrooke now!
We were 91 days to bay,
Pumping madmen all the way.

God them all!
I was told we'd the seas for American gold,
We'd fire no guns, no tears,
Now I'm a man on a Halifax pier,
The of Barrett's Privateers.

On the 96th day we again,
How I I was in Sherbrooke now!
When a bloody great Yankee in sight,
our cracked four pounders we made to fight.

God them all!
I was we'd cruise the seas for American gold,
We'd fire no guns, no tears,
Now I'm a broken man on a pier,
The of Barrett's Privateers.

The Yankee lay low down gold,
How I I was in Sherbrooke now!
She was and fat and loose in the stays,
But to catch her took the Antelope two days.

God damn all!
I was told cruise the seas for American gold,
fire no guns, shed no tears,
Now I'm a broken man on a pier,
The of Barrett's Privateers.

at length we stood two cables away,
How I I was in Sherbrooke now!
Our cracked four made an awful din,
But with one fat ball the Yank us in.

God them all!
I was told we'd cruise the for American gold,
We'd no guns, shed no tears,
Now I'm a broken man on a pier,
The last of Privateers.

The shook and pitched on her side,
How I I was in Sherbrooke now!
Barrett was smashed like a of eggs,
And the Main trunk carried off me legs.

God damn all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for gold,
We'd no guns, shed no tears,
Now I'm a broken man on a pier,
The of Barrett's Privateers.

So I lay in my 23rd year,
How I wish I was in now!
It's been 6 years we sailed away,
And I made Halifax yesterday.

God damn all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for gold,
fire no guns, shed no tears,
Now I'm a man on a Halifax pier,
The last of Privateers.