Luyện nghe bài hát Quay Cur

I had a locket, a silver charm,
to me so to keep me out of harm.
Canvasing the trying to earn my keep,
A killick tore it off my neck and it in the deep.
And now I'll never, never, feel like I am safe again
And now I'll never, never, feel like I am safe again
And now I'll never, never, never feel like I am again.
Up to the quarentine, night aboard,
Try to raise our fees but we get what afford.
Busy work below deck to form;
Waiting for the clear to leave but comes up a storm.
We hid the barrels of blubber hoping that the rain had passed
But the wind kept up the rats cut down the rigging off the mast
And then the rust chewed through the chain and out to sea we're cast.
The clouds dried and
It was in fact
The had been towed,
By sea towed
So sold Kolaba
'n -- I let out a sob, a
cry oh no it's -- T-Ranter Bay Madacascar.
Great of Greek fire get us in;
Sling sticks at the Fort Dauphin;
A gave a griffin said grease my duke:
Down by the chimney and out the fluke.
A looby, a lordant, a lagerhead, lozel,
a lungio lathback made me a
Straight sail, top mast, astrolabe
in his dry dock erected infected;
Mocked up with strings and taffeta tricked
with nails out of driftwood already sicked:
now spy out the glass at missteps me
and the press gang warrant's Sir Edward Pepsi.
Course it wasn't till I caught the croup,
Dawding on the drizzy of my majesty's sloop.
If only the hlmsman would turn from his staff
With my compass I'd go by the hectograph
Up to the whaling fleet in sound
Then back in the when we come around
With 100 seals and 2 polar
in the harbor without any cares,
But
A looby, a lordant, a lagerhead, lozel,
a lungio lathback me a proposal:
Straight sail, top mast, astrolabe
down in his dry dock infected;
Mocked up with strings and taffeta tricked
with nails out of driftwood iron sicked:
now spy out the glass at whatever me
and the gang warrant's signed Sir Edward Pepsi.
Half sandglass
Seven round shot
Ice for the
And chichsaneg.
Canyglow, canyglow, don't say nugo
Tie tight my
In the tucktodo
Aba in aob aginyoh.
Look
Get out my
Yliaout,
Weave us on
quoysah

And I a sasobneg.
Canyglow, canyglow, canyglow don't say
Tie tight my
In comes the
Aba in aob aginyoh.
And now we live by muskles, water weeds with small relief in
And all the sick men in the were then put upon the shore
And on the 22nd we didn't see our any more.
Down came our trestle-trees, no tar or nails;
shrouds break no rope we trust;
Only of sails.
Drink my Rosa Solis; struck suddenly
ourselves we spoomed, my sinews stiff,
My eyes dull.
And now I'll never, never, feel like I am safe again
And now I'll never, never, feel like I am safe again
And now I'll never, never, never feel I am safe again.
And as we pass the only 5 of us could stand
And while the capsten sheets or tacks by all of us was manned
And on the 11th day of June ran in at to land.