Luyện nghe bài hát Cautionary Song

There's a your mother goes
When everybody else is soundly
the lights of beacon street
And if you listen, you can hear her

She's weeping, 'cause the are calling
And the snow is softly falling on her
And standing in the harbour
And she's for the sailors in the jolly boat
See how approach

With dirty hands and trousers torn they
she's safe within their keeping
A gag is placed her lips
To keep her tongue from any speaking
Or screaming and row her out to packets where

The sailor's sorry calls for maidenhead
And she's scarce the gunwales
When her clothes to a bundle
And laid in bed on the upper deck

And so she goes from to ship
Her ankles clasped, her arms so pinioned
Till at she's satisfied the lot of the
teeming minions and their opinions

And tell her not to say a thing to cousin
Kindred, kith or kin or end up dead
And throw her dirty dollars
And return her to the habor she goes to bed

And is how you're fed
So be to your mother, though she may seem
An awful bother and the time she tries to feed you
Collard greens, what she does when you're asleep