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 coyote drunk on the
Outside in Oslo the buskers' all sing the tune
And Waltzin' Matilda while the bagpipes play old Clare de Lune

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

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