Luyện nghe bài hát Quay Cur

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

And I a sasobneg.
Canyglow, canyglow, don't say nugo
Tie tight my
In comes the
Aba in aob aginyoh.
And now we live by muskles, water weeds small relief in store
And all the sick men in the were then put upon the shore
And on the we didn't see our general any more.
Down came our trestle-trees, no tar or nails;
Fore shrouds break no we trust;
Only of sails.
Drink my Rosa Solis; suddenly ahull
ourselves we spoomed, my sinews stiff,
My eyes dull.
And now never, 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 the equinoctial only 5 of us could stand
And while the capsten without sheets or by all of us was manned
And on the 11th day of ran in at Barehaven to land.