Luyện nghe bài hát First League Out From Land

Bred as we among the how the sailor understands
The divine intoxication of the first league out land
sea I've chosen vast and desolate it may seem
But it's the way we all choose to go, the idea not the

The sun burns me back to consciousness on the deck on which I
I don't to get up I don't want to go though no one here's inept
all gone their separate ways, all separate ways to home
That's when we out where we've gone we travelled out alone

Time is a of trouble on this endless sea of wine
And only sailor this trouble, to each is theirs, is thine
The shanty's a fucking survival that only the brutish know
And if I fall into my own I won't ask you to go

'Tis only I who knows my travels all this endless sea
And my ship will never come into port lest 'tis by chaos my
Will be crushed and if I fall then I will let myself go
I will never soon now dock at port though hard to get up and go

Oh well I mingle and I cluster and I down and sore
And I lay down I end up like a wave upon the shore
And I scramble to get paid, but at for what I've done and made
I'm not begging work of anyone no cheque it can