Luyện nghe bài hát The Liverpool Judies

The Liverpool
From Liverpool to 'Frisco I went,
For to stay in that country was my intent.
But drinkin' strong whiskey like other fools,
Oh, I soon got back to Liverpool, singin'
Roll, roll, bullies, roll!*
Them Liverpool have got us in tow.
(I shipped on the Alaska) (A Yankee packet) lies out in the Bay,
A-waitin' a fair wind to get way.
all of her sailors so sick and so sore,
They'd all their whiskey and can't get no more.
Oh, here the mate in a hell of a stew.
He's lookin' for for us sailors to do.
Oh, it's ``Fore tops'l halyards!'' he loudly roar,
And lay aloft Paddy, ye son-o'-a-whore.!
One night of Cape Horn I never forget,
'Tis oft-times I sighs I think of it yet.
She was divin' bows with her sailors all wet,
She was doin' twelve wid her mainskys'l set.
And now we are way on to the Line,
I thinks of it now, sure, we had a good time.
Them sea-boys box-haulin' them all around
For to beat flash packet called the Thatcher MacGowan.
And now arrived in the Bramleymoor Dock,
And all them judies on the pierhead do flock.
The run dry and our five quid advance,
And I guess it's time for to git up and dance.
a health to the Captain wherever he may be,
A bucko on land and a at sea,
But as for the chief mate, the ol' brute (fruit),
We when he dies straight to hell he'll skyhoot.
* or Row!
by A.L. Lloyd. Also L. Killen
Note: Also known as Row Bullies Row, Roll Julia Roll, Row Row
See LIVJUDY2
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