Luyện nghe bài hát Fisherman’s woman

I'm pretending to be a good woman
Just Anna Ingunn's mom
The gladiator of all fisherman's
Makes it a lot easier of you
On the sea where you have to be a at a time
Working in the day
Your hands from the cold and the salt
In the when you go to bed
You try to sleep by listening to the breathing
The boat
And the only
The only you can think of is me
for you by the window
With the brightest red lipstick on my
Just Anna waits for her man
How will I
wait