Luyện nghe bài hát Cautionary Song

There's a place your mother
everybody else is soundly sleeping
Through the lights of beacon
And if you listen, you can hear her

weeping, 'cause the gentlemen are calling
And the is softly falling on her petticoats
And she's standing in the
And she's waiting for the sailors in the jolly
See how they

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

The sorry racket calls for maidenhead
And scarce above the gunwales
When her clothes to a bundle
And laid in bed on the upper deck

And so she from ship to ship
Her ankles clasped, her arms so rudely
at last she's satisfied the lot of the
Marina's minions and their opinions

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

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