Luyện nghe bài hát The Woman and the Bell

Captain, if it's all the to you
Let me ready a
Sorry, son, though heart may be true,
best get it stoutened or I'll run it through.
Here's a sip to wash the wicked words back your throat.

I my ship, my catch, and my men,
And I know what you you've seen"
Captain, you may well offense,
But has to be done nonetheless
Or it's off to Davy's for to calm the sea.

Sir, it's angry, not listening,
I saw a woman, I a bell.

Captain, the rum welling up in eyes
Will neither care nor curse
Nor abstinence, son, for my fertile mind bore this ghost
Of the true dove that I've left behind, and you'll her haunt
No lifeboat while I'm from her.

I hear the peal of our bells
miles away and months from now

Captain, if you can't but do well by a future,
You're to dwell and weep and gnash your teeth
all the rightly drowned.

Sir, I'm fighting for a on the Fiddler's Green,
Not for a and a bell.

Captain, the sea your ship, catch, and men,
Left you, me, and this
Sorry, son, you're dead again.
I'll sail on with the love you condemn,
Having offered up your weak heart for a trip home.