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 away the last herring
Come empty again

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

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

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

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

So come all you of the good life
around 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