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

When the winds from the quarter,
And there's a taste of salt upon the breeze.
Something troubles insides
a scum upon the tides,
a washed up on the beach down by the quays.

Intuition's what a girl in relies on
I known he only wanted to be free
I drew my line upon the
Only a fool would stand
between a his involvement with the sea

And when the tide out
You'll find your bed is empty and he's
So if you ever see me talking to a
scurvy no-good mongrel of a tar
You knock the drink out of my
Push me over I stand
Take a slug at me but somewhere I won't
Pin my body to the
and slap my to bring me round
then you can my silly ass out of this bar.

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

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

For a sailor's not a man to be
He's treacherous as tides and hidden
And just to get you up the
quote the Bible in his prayers
And before you know he's for Tenerife

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

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

So, if you ever hear me to a sailor
Some sea-dog skulking on the quay
Ah, remind me what 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!