Luyện nghe bài hát Flying Dutchman

Old lady with a barrow, life near
Standing by the wall, warm wishes sending
Children on the cold sea swell, not of men
Gone to away the last herring
Come empty again

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

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

So come all you lovers of the life
Your playing in the sun
And set a sympathetic a-flying
Oh, and be there when the Dutchman
Oh, you better be there the Dutchman comes

Death like a scarecrow, Flying Dutchman
Seagull pilots from nowhere, oh, try and touch one
As she slips in on the full and the harbor master yells
All hands vanished with the captain, no one left, the tale to

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