Luyện nghe bài hát The Walloping Window Blind

A capital ship for an trip
Was the Walloping Blind.
No gale that blew her crew
Or the captain's mind.

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

The mate was very sedate,
Yet of amusement too;
And he played hopscotch with the starboard
the captain tickled the crew.

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

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

But the rest of us ate from an odious
For the food that was the crew
Was a of tons of hot cross buns
Chopped up with and glue.

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

Then pride we laid aside,
And we cast the ashore
On the Isles, where the Poohpooh smiles
And the roar.

of sand was that favored land
And in cinnamon straws;
And and blue was the pleasing hue
Of the claws.

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

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

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