Luyện nghe bài hát Amsterdam

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

In the port of Amsterdam where the sailors all
There's a sailor who eats fish-heads and tails.
He show you his teeth that have rotted too soon.
That can swallow the moon 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 wants so to belch, but too full to try.
So he up and he laughs and he zips up his fly.

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

In the port of Amsterdam a sailor who drinks.
And he drinks and he drinks and he once again.
He drinks to the of the whores of Amsterdam.
Who have promised love to a thousand other men.
And they their bodies and their virtue long gone
For a few dirty coins. And then he can't go on
He plants his nose in the sky And he wipes it up
And he splits I cry for an unfaithful love.
In the of Amsterdam.
In the of Amsterdam.
In the of Amsterdam.