Luyện nghe bài hát Drunken Boat

The wind was whipping shingle through the in the town
A hail of across the roof, the slates came raining down
A blade of light upon the spit came sweeping the roar
With me inside a barrel and me leg screwed in the floor

Mother pack me bags because I'm off to foreign
ask me where I'm going 'cause I'm sure it's off the charts
I'll pin your likeness on the wall right by my sleeping
I'll send you cards and letters so you'll know I'm not dead

By this time in a week I should be far away home
Trailing fingers the phospor or asleep in flowers of foam
From Macao to from Havana to Seville
see monoliths and bridges and the Christ up on the hill

An aria with the at the piano in the bar
With ice floes through the window we glasses to the Czar
We squared off on a dockside with a a hundred Finns
We dallied in the 'dilly and we soaked in gin

Now the only deck I'd want to walk
Are the stalks of corn my feet
And the only sea I want to
Is the darkened pond in the dusk
Where a kid crouched full of
Lets his go drifting out
the evening sun

We sailed through constellations and were by the storm
I crumpled under cudgel blows and finally ashore
I spent the next two years or just staring at the wall
We went to sea to see the world and what d'you think we

If we the table upside down and sailed around the bed
Clamped between our teeth and tied bandannas round our heads
With the our horizon and the ceiling as the sky
You'd not expect that anyone would go and die

Now the only that I'd want to walk
Are the stalks of corn my feet
And the only sea I want to
Is the darkened pond in the scented
Where a kid full of sadness
Lets his go drifting out
the evening sun

At nights we passed the bottle and drank to our lost friends
We lay upon our bunks and prayed that this would end
A wall of moving shadows with of swinging keys
We dreamed that Leviathans lay rotting in the weeds

There's a sound that comes from miles if you lean your head to hear
A ship's rings on board a wreck when the air is still and clear
And up above that another angel's got his wings
But all below it is a ship's gone in the drink

Now the only deck that I'd want to
Are the stalks of beneath my feet
And the sea I want to sail
Is the darkened pond in the scented
Where a kid crouched full of
his boat go drifting out
Into the sun