Luyện nghe bài hát The Dutchman

The is not the kind of man
To keep his thumb jambed in a dam that holds his in.
But that's a secret Margaret knows.
Amsterdam is golden
In the morning Margaret him breakfast. She believes him.
He the tulips bloom beneath the snow.
He's mad as he can be, but Margaret sees that sometimes.
Sometimes she sees her unborn in his eyes.

Let us go to the of the ocean,
Where the walls rise the Zuider Zee.
Long a-go, I to be a young man.
Now dear Margaret that for me.