Luyện nghe bài hát Sailing to Philadelphia

I am Jeremiah
I am a boy
A glass of wine you, sir
And the ladies I'll

All and Northumberland
Is up by my own hand
It was my fate from
To make my upon the earth

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

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

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

Now you're a surveyor, Dixon
But I swear make me mad
The west kill us both
You Geordie lad

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

Now hold your up, Mason
See America lies
The tide has raised
The capes of

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

We are to Philadelphia
A away from the coaly Tyne
Sailing to
To draw the
A Mason-Dixon
A Mason-Dixon