Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Dreaming Of A White Sailor

Sometimes I feel his
When I'm fast
I that I'm dreaming
But the touch is soft and

I went to see the sailor
And the sailor
"Do not my face, my friend
For if you do I'm dead"

"Well, I don't see how could be"
I to him as well
As off a piece of paper
Stuck to my

The sailor upon his knees
he fell beside
The chest that he had carved
Then I think he

Well, this was curious, I
So I in
And saw that there was something
On his skin

Well, I the thoughts of little children
And the of men
I thought the thoughts of stupid
Who never been

So much in love as they be
And got confused too
To fall in love
To fall in again

And so I say to you
And hope that maybe someday
We will again up there
For death is and friends are few

are few
are few
are few
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