Luyện nghe bài hát Flying Dutchman

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

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

Wee in a straw hat, from far east warring
Sad cargo of an old ship, bodies whoring
Slow ocean hobo, ports closed to her
No hope of immigration, keep on passing

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

Death grinning like a scarecrow, Flying
Seagull pilots flown from nowhere, oh, try and one
As she in on the full tide and the harbor master yells
All hands with the captain, no one left, the tale to tell

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