Luyện nghe bài hát Jack Tarr the Sailor

When first I to Liverpool
I went the spree
Me at last I spent it
Fast got drunk as could be

And my money was all gone
It was then that I more
But a man must be to make up his mind
To go to sea more

I the night with Angeline
Too to roll in bed
Me watch, it was new and my was too
And the morning with she fled

And as I roamed the of Bath
The whores they all would
There Jarr Tarr the poor sailor
He must go to sea once

As I down the street
I ran Rapper Brown
I asked him for to me in
And he at me with a frown

He said, "Last time you was on with me
You job no score, but I'll take advance
And give you the chance
And send you to sea once more"

They shipped me of a whaling ship
for the Arctic Sea
Where the cold winds through the frost and the snow
Jamaica rum would

Alas! I had no luck my gear
For I my money ashore
It was then I wished
That I was there, safe the girls ashore

all ye boat seafaring lads
Who listen to my
And when you come off them trip
Pray that you go wrong

Take my advice, drink no drink
go sleeping with no whores
But get married lads and have all in
And go to to sea no