Luyện nghe bài hát St. Olav's Gate

Drinking black market vodka in the back of the saloon
Then it's red meat and whiskey like a drunk on the moon
Outside in Oslo the buskers' all the same tune
And it's Waltzin' Matilda while the bagpipes play old Clare de

She was a lady, she down from Bergen she said
She spoke little English, they and drank whiskey instead
In the mornin' he found it, a rose a note on his plate
It said, "meet me at midnight on the corner of St. Gate"

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Here's to the ladys you and don't see again
The night is whiskey, the mornin's a cold bitter wind
The blue eyed madonna leaves town while the man waits
Leaves him standing in the shadows of St. Olav's Gate