Luyện nghe bài hát Quare Bungle Rye

Now Jack was a sailor who roamed on the
And she was a damsel who up and down
Said the damsel to as she passed him by
Would you for to purchase some
quare bungle rye rye?
Fol the rye roddy rye roddy rye
Thought Jack to himself, "Now what can be?
But the finest of whiskey far Germany
Smuggled up in a basket and on the sly
And the name it goes by is
bungle rye roddy rye?
Fol the diddle rye rye roddy rye"
Jack her a pound and he thought nothing strange
Said she, "Hold the till I get you your change"
Jack in the basket and a baby did spy
Oh, Begorrah, said Jack, is
quare rye roddy rye?
Fol the diddle rye rye roddy rye
Now to get the child christened was Jack's first
For to get the child christened, to the parson he
the parson to Jack, "What will he go by?"
Begorrah, says Jack, him
quare bungle rye rye?
Fol the diddle rye rye roddy rye
the parson to Jack, "That's a mighty queer name"
Says Jack to the parson, "It's a queer way he
up in a basket and sold on the sly
And the that he'll go by is
quare bungle rye roddy
Fol the diddle rye rye roddy rye
Now all you young who roam on the town
Beware of those damsels who skip up and
a look in their basket as they pass you by
Or else they may sell you
bungle rye roddy rye?
Fol the diddle rye roddy rye rye