Luyện nghe bài hát Fisherman’s woman

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