Luyện nghe bài hát Drunken Boat

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

Mother me bags because I'm off to foreign parts
Don't ask me where I'm going 'cause I'm it's off the charts
I'll pin likeness on the wall right by my sleeping head
I'll send you cards and so you'll know that I'm not dead

By this time in a week I should be far from home
Trailing fingers through the phospor or asleep in of foam
Macao to Acapulco from Havana to Seville
We'll see monoliths and bridges and the Christ up on the

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

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

We sailed through constellations and were rutted by the
I under cudgel blows and finally came ashore
I spent the next two years or more staring at the wall
We went to sea to see the and what d'you think we saw?

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

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

At nights we passed the bottle round and drank to our friends
We lay alone upon our bunks and prayed that this end
A wall of shadows with rows of swinging keys
We dreamed that whole Leviathans lay rotting in the

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

Now the deck that I'd want to walk
Are the stalks of corn beneath my
And the sea I want to sail
Is the darkened in the scented dusk
Where a kid crouched of sadness
Lets his boat go out
the evening sun