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 tore it off my neck and threw it in the deep.
And now I'll never, never, never 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, late aboard,
Try to our fees but we get what they afford.
Busy work below deck to form;
for the clear to leave but then 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 the rust chewed through the anchor chain and out to sea we're cast.
The clouds and cracked
It was calm in
The ship had towed,
By sea Dyaks
So we're sold
'n -- I let out a sob, a
cry oh no disaster -- T-Ranter Bay Madacascar.
Great of Greek fire get us in;
Sling sticks at the stockade 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 erected
Mocked up silk strings and taffeta tricked
with out of driftwood already iron sicked:
now spy out the glass at whatever me
and the press warrant's signed Sir Edward Pepsi.
Course it wasn't long till I the croup,
Dawding on the drizzy deck of my sloop.
If only the hlmsman would turn his whip staff
With my compass I'd go by the hectograph
Up to the whaling in Gilbert sound
Then back in the hull when we around
With 100 seals and 2 bears
Nearly in the harbor 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
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 Sir Edward Pepsi.
Half hour
Seven round shot
Ice for the
And chichsaneg.
Canyglow, canyglow, don't say nugo
Tie my sugnacoon
In comes the
Aba in aob aginyoh.
awennye
Get out my
Yliaout,
us on shore
Unuiche

And I a sasobneg.
Canyglow, canyglow, don't say nugo
Tie my sugnacoon
In comes the
Aba in aob aginyoh.
And now we live by muskles, water weeds with relief in store
And all the sick men in the Galean were put upon the shore
And on the we didn't 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 Rosa Solis; suddenly ahull
Yield we spoomed, my sinews stiff,
My were 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, never like I am safe again.
And as we the equinoctial only 5 of us could stand
And the capsten without sheets or tacks by all of us was manned
And on the day of June ran in at Barehaven to land.