Luyện nghe bài hát Amsterdam

In the port of Amsterdam there's a who sings
Of the that he brings from the wide open sea.
In the port of Amsterdam a sailor who sleeps
While the river weeps to the old willow tree.
In the port of Amsterdam a sailor who dies
Full of beer, of cries in a drunkin' down fight.
But in the port of Amsterdam a sailor who's born
On a muggy, hot morn by the early light.

In the of Amsterdam where the sailors all meet
There's a sailor who only fish-heads and tails.
He will you his teeth that have rotted too soon.
can swallow the moon that can haul up the sails.
And he asks to the cook his arms open wide.
Bring me fish, put it down by my side.
And he so to belch, but he's too full to try.
So he gets up and he laughs and he up his fly.

In the port of Amsterdam you can see dance.
Haunches their pants, binding woman to paunch.
They've forgotten the tune that their voice croaks.
And they're aplitting the night with the of their jokes.
And they and they dance and they laugh and they lust.
To the rats it sounds of the burst.
Then it's out into the night with pride in their pants.
With a slut that they tow underneath the lamps.

In the of Amsterdam there's a sailor who drinks.
And he drinks and he drinks and he drinks again.
He drinks to the of the whores of Amsterdam.
Who promised their love to a thousand other men.
And they darken their bodies and virtue long gone
For a few dirty coins. And then when he go on
He plants his in the sky And he wipes it up above
And he splits like I cry for an love.
In the of Amsterdam.
In the of Amsterdam.
In the of Amsterdam.