Luyện nghe bài hát Part Ii

I was sixteen now and full of life, life was of things to see
Grown up in my little town and seen Torquay
So it's off I went to Newton Abbot to get myself the deeds to
My father them and tore them up, saying "That's no life for a boy of mine"
"John, my son, don't the Navy, there's no good in it, I know
Plant your seeds on solid ground and your harvest grow
John, my son, don't join the Navy, that's clay that's underneath skin
John, my son, don't join the Navy, don't go your kith and kin"
A boy must breathe and . . . or himself a failure
So I would see foreign shores and I would be a sailor
So I went off to my mother for a or more and wiled and wheeled and won my way
Father put the pen to paper in the at lunch the very next day