Luyện nghe bài hát Part Ii

I was sixteen now and full of life, was full of things to see
Grown up in my little town and only Torquay
So it's off I went to Newton to get myself the deeds to sign
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 watch your harvest
John, my son, don't join the Navy, that's clay that's your skin
John, my son, don't the Navy, don't go leaving your kith and kin"
A boy breathe and . . . or call himself a failure
So I would see foreign shores and I would be a sailor
So I went off to my mother for a week or and wiled and wheeled and won my way
Father put the pen to paper in the fields at lunch the very day