Luyện nghe bài hát Quay Cur

I had a locket, a little charm,
to me so to keep 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, feel like I am safe again
And now never, never, never feel like I am safe again
And now I'll never, never, feel like I am safe again.
Up to the quarentine, night aboard,
Try to raise our fees but we get what afford.
Busy work deck according to form;
for the clear to leave but then comes up a storm.
We hid beneath the barrels of blubber hoping that the rain had
But when the kept up the rats cut down the rigging off the mast
And then the rust chewed through the anchor chain and out to sea cast.
The clouds and cracked
It was calm in
The ship had towed,
By sea towed
So we're Kolaba
'n -- I let out a sob, a
cry oh no it's disaster -- Bay Madacascar.
gulps of Greek fire get us in;
Sling sticks at the Fort Dauphin;
A gave a griffin said grease my duke:
by the chimney and out through the fluke.
A looby, a lordant, a lagerhead, lozel,
a lungio made me a proposal:
Straight sail, top mast, prospected
down in his dry dock infected;
Mocked up silk strings and taffeta tricked
nails out of driftwood already iron sicked:
now spy out the at whatever missteps me
and the press gang warrant's signed Sir Pepsi.
Course it long till I caught the croup,
on the drizzy deck of my majesty's sloop.
If only the would turn from his whip staff
With my azimuth compass I'd go by the
Up to the whaling fleet in Gilbert
Then back in the hull we come around
With 100 seals and 2 bears
Nearly in the without any cares,
But
A looby, a lordant, a lagerhead, lozel,
a lungio lathback made me a
sail, top mast, astrolabe prospected
down in his dry dock erected
Mocked up with silk strings and tricked
with nails out of driftwood iron sicked:
now spy out the glass at missteps me
and the press gang signed Sir Edward Pepsi.
Half hour
Seven round shot
Ice for the
And chichsaneg.
Canyglow, canyglow, canyglow say nugo
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 the tucktodo
Aba in aob aginyoh.
And now we live by muskles, water weeds with small in store
And all the sick men in the Galean were put upon the shore
And on the 22nd we see our general any more.
Down came our trestle-trees, no pitch tar or
Fore break no rope we trust;
Only of sails.
Drink my Solis; struck suddenly ahull
ourselves we spoomed, my sinews stiff,
My eyes dull.
And now I'll never, never, never feel I am safe again
And now I'll never, never, never feel like I am 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 capsten sheets or tacks by all of us was manned
And on the 11th day of June ran in at to land.