Luyện nghe bài hát The Walloping Window Blind

A capital for an ocean trip
Was the Walloping Blind.
No gale that blew dismayed her
Or troubled the mind.

The man at the wheel was to feel
Contempt for the blow.
And it often when the weather had cleared
That he'd in his bunk below.

The boatswain's mate was sedate,
Yet fond of amusement
And he played with the starboard watch
the captain tickled the crew.

And the gunner we had was mad
For he on the cannon's tail,
And fired salutes in the captain's
In the of a booming gale.

The sat in a commodore's hat
And dined in a way
On pigs and pickles and figs
And gummery bread day.

But the rest of us ate from an plate
For the food that was given the
Was a number of tons of hot buns
up with sugar and glue.

We all ill as mariners will
On a diet that's and rude,
And the poop deck when we dipped the cook
In a tub of his food.

Then nautical we laid aside,
And we cast the vessel
On the Gulliby Isles, where the smiles
And the roar.

Composed of sand was that favored
And trimmed in straws;
And pink and blue was the hue
Of the claws.

We climbed to the edge of a ledge
And soared the whistling bee,
And we only at four o'clock
For a pot of tea.

From to dark, on rubagub bark
We fed, till we all had
Uncommonly thin. Then a blew in
On a wind from the zone.

She was stubby and square, but we much care,
And we put to sea.
We a course for the Land of Blue Horse,
Due west the Peppermint Sea.