Luyện nghe bài hát Quare Bungle Rye

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