Luyện nghe bài hát Barque In The Harbour

From a barque in the harbor I went roaming on
And stepped into a pub where I was oft times
And as I was and enjoying my glass
Who chanced to walk in but a young lass

She sat beside me and kept squeezing my hand
Saying, "Sir you're a stranger not long to land
Will you roam, Sailor, would you roam along with me
To some lonesome where nobody can see?"

"Don't you leave me Sailor," were the words she did cry
Waving and weeping and her eyes
you reach home in your own Newfoundland
Think of the young Spaniard who kept squeezing hand

I quickly with her for to roam
She lived by herself in a neat home
She was brisk, plump and jolly and her age ninteen
And the name of that I think was Irene

One summer's morning our ship, she set sail
And by the seashore lovely Irene she came
her pocket hankerchief and wiping her eyes
"Don't me Johnny Sailor," were the words she did cry

"Don't you me Johnny Sailor," were the words she did cry
Waving and weeping and her eyes
When you reach in your own Newfoundland
Think of the young Spaniard who kept squeezing hand

I'll you farewell love on a fine summer's breeze
But love don't me when you're crossing the sea
And when you are married and enjoying your
Think on the maiden who lay by your side

"Don't you me Johnny Sailor," were the words she did cry
Waving and weeping and her eyes
When you reach home in own Newfoundland
Think of the young Spaniard who kept squeezing your
Think of the young who kept squeezing your hand