Luyện nghe bài hát If You Ever See Me Talking To A Sailor

When the from the Eastern quarter,
And there's a pungent of salt upon the breeze.
troubles your insides
like a upon the tides,
a something washed up on the down by the quays.

Intuition's what a girl in love on
I should've known he only wanted to be
I drew my line the sand
Only a would ever stand
a man--and his involvement with the sea

And the tide rolls out
find your bed is empty and he's gone
So if you ever see me talking to a
Some scurvy mongrel of a tar
You knock the drink out of my
Push me over where I
Take a at me but somewhere I won't scar
Pin my to the ground
and slap my face to me round
then you can roll my ass out of this bar.

For a sailor's not a man to be
bill and coo call you his "chickadee"
Oh, but he's had his way
All get is his "good day",
Then blow a kiss and scuttle back to sea.

And the tide rolls out
You'll find bed is empty and he's gone
So if you ever see me to a sailor,
And I blithely there passing time of day
No, don't you to think
tampered with your drink
And he's shaking out your handbag in the time it takes to
And all the you've ever bought him
He's just up in the sink
call the funny farm and carry me away!

For a sailor's not a man to be
He's treacherous as and hidden reefs
And to get you up the stairs
He'll quote the Bible in his
And you know he's bound for Tenerife

And when the rolls out
You'll find your is empty and he's gone
And when the rolls out
find your heart is empty and he's gone

And when you become a of a certain age
You'll find difficult to trust a man
to gauge, when that bills rat who left you
Without a living thinks there's still
that glamour of the sea
That, I swear to God's lost on me.

So, if you ever me talking to a sailor
Some sea-dog skulking on the quay
Ah, just remind me I've said
Or you can me in the head
And then my bleeding body in the sea!

You'll your bed is empty and he's--gone!