Luyện nghe bài hát Quay Cur

I had a locket, a silver charm,
Given to me so to me out of harm.
the quayside trying to earn my keep,
A killick it off my neck and threw it in the deep.
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 now I'll never, never, never feel like I am again.
Up to the quarentine, late aboard,
Try to raise our fees but we get they afford.
Busy work deck according to form;
Waiting for the to leave but then comes up a storm.
We hid beneath the 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 chewed through the anchor chain and out to sea we're cast.
The clouds and cracked
It was in fact
The had been towed,
By sea Dyaks
So we're Kolaba
'n -- I let out a sob, a
cry oh no it's disaster -- Bay Madacascar.
Great gulps of Greek get us in;
Sling sticks at the Fort Dauphin;
A guardsman a griffin said grease my duke:
Down by the and out through the fluke.
A looby, a lordant, a lagerhead, lozel,
a lungio lathback me a proposal:
Straight sail, top mast, prospected
down in his dry dock infected;
Mocked up with silk and taffeta tricked
nails out of driftwood already iron sicked:
now spy out the glass at missteps me
and the press gang warrant's signed Sir Pepsi.
Course it wasn't till I caught the croup,
Dawding on the deck of my majesty's sloop.
If only the hlmsman would turn his whip staff
With my azimuth compass I'd go by the
Up to the whaling fleet in sound
Then in the hull 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 lathback made me a proposal:
Straight sail, top mast, prospected
down in his dry dock erected
up with silk strings and taffeta tricked
with out of driftwood already iron sicked:
now spy out the glass at whatever me
and the press gang warrant's Sir Edward Pepsi.
Half hour
Seven saker shot
Ice for the
And chichsaneg.
Canyglow, canyglow, canyglow don't say
Tie tight my
In comes the
Aba in aob aginyoh.
awennye
Get out my
Yliaout,
us on shore
Unuiche

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, weeds with small relief in store
And all the sick men in the Galean were then put the shore
And on the 22nd we didn't see our any more.
Down came our trestle-trees, no pitch tar or
Fore break no rope we trust;
Only of sails.
my Rosa Solis; struck suddenly ahull
Yield ourselves we spoomed, my stiff,
My eyes dull.
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 now I'll never, never, feel like I am safe again.
And as we pass the equinoctial 5 of us could stand
And while the without sheets or tacks by all of us was manned
And on the day of June ran in at Barehaven to land.