Luyện nghe bài hát Sailing to Philadelphia

I am Dixon
I am a boy
A of wine with you, sir
And the ladies enjoy

All and Northumberland
Is measured up by my own
It was my from birth
To make my mark upon the

He calls me Charlie
A am I
It that I was born
To chart the sky

cut me out for a baking bread
But I had other dreams
This baker's boy from the country
join the Royal Society

We are sailing to
A world away from the Tyne
Sailing to
To draw the
A line

Now you're a good surveyor,
But I swear you'll me mad
The west will us both
You Geordie lad

You talk of
How can America be
A Geordie and a boy
In the forests of the

Now hold your up, Mason
See America there
The morning tide has
The capes of

Come up and the sun
A new morning has
Another day will it clear
Why stars should guide us here

We are to Philadelphia
A world away the coaly Tyne
to Philadelphia
To draw the
A line
A Mason-Dixon