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

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

Intuition's what a in love relies on
I should've he only wanted to be free
I drew my line upon the
Only a would ever stand
between a man--and his involvement the sea

And when the rolls out
You'll your bed is empty and he's gone
So if you see me talking to a sailor
Some scurvy mongrel of a tar
You knock the out of my hand
Push me where I stand
Take a slug at me but somewhere I won't
Pin my to the ground
and slap my to bring me round
then you can roll my silly ass out of bar.

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

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

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

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

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

So, if you ever hear me talking to a
Some mangy skulking on the quay
Ah, just remind me I've said
Or you can shoot me in the
And throw my bleeding body in the sea!

find your bed is empty and he's--gone!