Luyện nghe bài hát Jack Tarr the Sailor

When I came to Liverpool
I went upon the
Me money at last I it
got drunk as drunk could be

And when my was all gone
It was then I wanted more
But a man be blind to make up his mind
To go to sea more

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

And as I the streets of Bath
The whores they all roar
There goes Jarr the poor sailor
He must go to sea more

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

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

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

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

Come all ye seafaring lads
Who to my song
And you come off them long trip
that you don't go wrong

Take my advice, drink no drink
Don't go sleeping with no
But get married and have all night in
And go to to sea no