Luyện nghe bài hát DEAD SEA NAVIGATORS

Their lay in tatters
From to John O'Groats
The Sea navigators
Should've been buried at

And of course, I them dearly
And I them, now they're gone
The Sea navigators
they'd had a son

Even in heyday
No one like anyway
Committed boozers, 3 a.m.
This one goes out to those not us

the barman and Mickey Green
This one out to all the drinkers

At the Red Lion and our
they are few
Angel, Johnny, Pain, Keith,
This for you
And what's left of your
get you through

From Brighton to Eastbourne
Sea sailors getting tough
But the dead sea
Were made of stouter

Golden years, years
No one like them for us
ending, all night porters
Thy honor, defending with orders

All the sunbathers at the sun
one goes out
To the children, as yet unborn
And our friends, they are few

Overcoat boys more brains than brawn
This one's for you and all that in the
Dead Sea navigators, one's for you