Luyện nghe bài hát Epistle to Derroll

Come all ye starfish
in the deep blue sea
crawl to me i have to make thee
would you walk the sea floor
to from England
me word of a banjo man
With a on his hand.

The spokesman of the
spoke as spokesman
"If'n you met our fee
we would,
If you a looking-glass
the scallopped sand
You'll word o' this banjo man
with a on his hand."

"Come ye starry
I know your ways are
maybe its because your shaped,
with the herring shoals
as I you can
Bring me word o' the man
a tattoo on his hand."

The eldest of the
spoke, a sigh,
"Youthfull as you are man
you have a Eye';
you must know a looking-glass
is from sand?
These are fooling you
this banjo man."

"Come then starfish
me no more,
for I am weary
and my heart is
All on the seashore,
me if you can,
Tell to me if you
of this man."

"All the seven oceans
I am a star, famed,
Many 'leggys' have I
and have I gained,
Strange to say recently
I've been to FlemiSH
And if you are
tell you all I can."

"You my full attention"
I answered him glee,
His brother were twinkling
in the sky the sea
So I sat there with
attention, on the sand,
anxious for to hear
of the man.

"I seen this tattooed hand
a ship port-hole,
Steaming on the main
through the so cold,
Heard his tinkling and
his so grand
but you must to Belgium
to shake his hand."

"Gladly I come oh
would I go,
Had I not my to do
and my to show,
I rejoice to know he's
but I go inland,
thank you for the you brought
of the man."

I walked along the sand
as charcoal did shift
the moon shining
on the drift
Contemplating every word
the said
whistly they filled my dreams
in my bed.