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

When the winds the Eastern quarter,
And there's a pungent taste of salt the breeze.
troubles your insides
like a scum 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 wanted to be free
I my line upon the sand
a fool would ever stand
between a man--and his involvement 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
Some scurvy no-good of a tar
You knock the drink out of my
me over where I stand
Take a slug at me but 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 not a man to be trusted
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 your bed is and he's gone
So if you see me talking to a sailor,
And I blithely stand there time of day
No, don't you to think
Someone's with your drink
And he's shaking out your handbag in the time it to blink
And all the you've ever bought him
just throwing up in the sink
Just the funny farm and carry me away!

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

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

And when you become a of a certain age
find it's difficult to trust a man
Difficult to gauge, when that bills rat who you
a living wage thinks there's still
that tawdry of the sea
That, I swear to God's lost on me.

So, if you ever me talking to a sailor
Some mangy sea-dog 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 find your bed is and he's--gone!