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 Durham and
Is measured up by my own
It was my fate from
To make my upon the earth

He calls me Mason
A am I
It seems I was born
To the evening sky

They'd cut me out for a baking
But I had other instead
This baker's boy from the west
join the Royal Society

We are to Philadelphia
A away from the coaly Tyne
to Philadelphia
To the line
A line

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

You talk of
How can America be
A and a baker's boy
In the forests of the

Now hold your up, Mason
See lies there
The morning has raised
The capes of

up and feel the sun
A new has begun
Another day will it clear
Why your stars should us here

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