Luyện nghe bài hát Flying Dutchman

Old lady with a barrow, life near
Standing by the harbor wall, warm wishes
on the cold sea swell, not fishers of men
Gone to chase away the last
empty home again

So come all you lovers of the good
On supermarket run
And set a sail of your own
And be when the Dutchman comes
Oh, you better be there when the comes

Wee girl in a hat, from far east warring
Sad cargo of an old ship, young whoring
Slow ocean hobo, closed to her crew
No of immigration, keep on passing through

So all you lovers of the good life
Your children in the sun
And set a sympathetic flag
Oh, and be when the Dutchman comes
Oh, you better be there when the Dutchman

grinning like a scarecrow, Flying Dutchman
Seagull pilots flown nowhere, oh, try and touch one
As she slips in on the full tide and the master yells
All vanished with the captain, no one left, the tale to tell

So all you lovers of the good life
around you, can you see?
Staring ghostly the mirror, it's the Dutchman you will be
Floating slowly out to sea, oh, in a misery, no