Luyện nghe bài hát The Dutchman

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

Let us go to the of the ocean,
Where the rise a-bove the Zuider Zee.
Long a-go, I used to be a man.
Now dear re-members that for me.