Luyện nghe bài hát Sailing to Philadelphia

I am Dixon
I am a boy
A glass of with you, sir
And the I'll enjoy

All Durham and
Is up by my own hand
It was my from birth
To my mark 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 west
Would join the Society

We are to Philadelphia
A world from the coaly Tyne
Sailing to
To the line
A Mason-Dixon

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

You of liberty
How can be free
A and a baker's boy
In the of the Iroquois

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

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

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