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

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

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

And the tide rolls out
You'll your bed is empty and he's gone
So if you ever see me talking to a
Some no-good mongrel of a tar
You the drink out of my hand
me over where I stand
Take a at me but somewhere I won't scar
Pin my body to the
and slap my face to me round
you can roll my silly 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 he'll blow a and scuttle back to sea.

And when the rolls out
You'll find bed is empty and he's gone
So if you ever see me to a sailor,
And I blithely stand there passing of day
No, you hesitate to think
Someone's tampered with drink
And he's out your handbag in the time it takes to blink
And all the you've ever bought him
He's throwing up in the sink
Just call the funny and carry me away!

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

And when the tide out
You'll find house is empty and he's gone
And when the tide out
You'll find heart is empty and he's gone

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

So, if you ever me talking to a sailor
mangy sea-dog skulking on the quay
Ah, just remind me what said
Or you can me in the head
And then throw my bleeding in the sea!

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