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 tore it off my neck and it in the deep.
And now I'll never, never, never like I am safe again
And now I'll never, never, feel like I am safe again
And now never, never, never feel like I am safe again.
Up to the quarentine, night aboard,
Try to our fees but we get what they afford.
Busy below deck according to form;
Waiting for the clear to leave but comes up a storm.
We hid beneath the barrels of blubber hoping the rain had passed
But when the kept up the rats cut down the rigging off the mast
And then the rust chewed through the anchor and out to sea we're cast.
The dried and cracked
It was calm in
The ship had towed,
By sea Dyaks
So sold Kolaba
'n -- I let out a sob, a
cry oh no disaster -- T-Ranter Bay Madacascar.
Great of Greek fire get us in;
sticks at the stockade 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:
sail, top mast, astrolabe prospected
down in his dry dock infected;
Mocked up with strings and taffeta tricked
with nails out of driftwood already iron
now spy out the at whatever missteps me
and the press gang 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
my azimuth compass I'd go by the hectograph
Up to the fleet in Gilbert sound
Then back in the hull we come around
With 100 and 2 polar bears
Nearly in the harbor any cares,
But
A looby, a lordant, a lagerhead, lozel,
a lungio lathback me a proposal:
Straight sail, top mast, prospected
down in his dry erected infected;
Mocked up with silk strings and taffeta
with nails out of driftwood already sicked:
now spy out the glass at missteps me
and the gang warrant's signed Sir Edward Pepsi.
hour sandglass
Seven saker shot
Ice for the
And chichsaneg.
Canyglow, canyglow, canyglow don't say
Tie my sugnacoon
In comes the
Aba in aob aginyoh.
Look
Get out my
Yliaout,
Weave us on
quoysah

And I a sasobneg.
Canyglow, canyglow, canyglow say nugo
Tie tight my
In the tucktodo
Aba in aob aginyoh.
And now we by muskles, water weeds with small relief in store
And all the men in the Galean were then 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;
shift of sails.
Drink my Rosa Solis; struck suddenly
Yield we spoomed, my sinews stiff,
My were dull.
And now I'll never, never, never feel like I am again
And now never, never, never feel like I am safe again
And now I'll never, never, never like I am safe again.
And as we pass the equinoctial only 5 of us could
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.