Luyện nghe bài hát Haul Away For Rosie

Haul For Rosie
Were you down on the Eastern Shore,
It is a treat, Oh!
Way, haul away, we'll away for Rosie
Way, away, we'll haul away for Rosie, Oh.
Where the Baltimore whores in their drawers
runnin' out to greet you.
Way, haul away, we'll haul away for
Way, haul away, we'll haul for Rosie, Oh.
Oh, I was a little boy
My mother told me;
That If I didn't kiss the
My would all get mouldy.
I sailed the seas for years
Not knowin' what I was
Then I my sails before the gales
And in a-kissin'.
Well, I had an Irish gal,
Her was Kitty Brannigan;
She stole me boots, she me clothes
She pinched me and pannikin.
And then I got a German
And she was fat and lazy,
And I got a New York girl
She near drove me crazy.
And I got a Frenchie girl
She took things and aisy;
But now I have an girl
An' she is a daisy.
So harken I sing to you
my darlin' Nancy;
She's copper-bottomed,
And my cut and fancy.
Well, once in my life I a wife
And Damn! but she was
She never a day in her life,
Which damn drove me crazy.
She out all night, a Hell of a sight!
And where do you I found 'er?
Behind the pump, the goes,
With forty men 'er.
You yerself a second mate,
An' cannot tie a
You even stand up straight
When the packet a rollin'.
Collected, I believe, by A. L. Lloyd; Recorded by Stu
Verses are interchangeable with Away, Joe; these are a sort of
hash R. Greenhaus, D. Diamond, S. Hugill. First verse by (?) Bob
Hitchcock.
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