Luyện nghe bài hát The Walloping Window Blind

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

The man at the was taught to feel
for the wildest blow.
And it often when the weather had cleared
That been in his bunk below.

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

And the we had was apparently mad
For he stood on the tail,
And fired salutes in the captain's
In the teeth of a gale.

The captain sat in a hat
And dined in a way
On toasted and pickles and figs
And bread each day.

But the rest of us ate an odious plate
For the food that was given the
Was a number of of hot cross buns
Chopped up with and glue.

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

Then nautical pride we aside,
And we cast the ashore
On the Gulliby Isles, where the smiles
And the roar.

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

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

From dawn to dark, on rubagub
We fed, we all had grown
Uncommonly thin. Then a boat in
On a wind from the zone.

She was and square, but we didn't much care,
And we put to sea.
We plotted a course for the Land of Horse,
Due 'cross the Peppermint Sea.