Luyện nghe bài hát The Walloping Window Blind

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

The man at the was taught to feel
Contempt for the blow.
And it often appeared the weather had cleared
That he'd in his bunk below.

The boatswain's mate was sedate,
Yet fond of too;
And he played hopscotch with the watch
While the tickled the crew.

And the we had was apparently mad
For he on the cannon's tail,
And fired salutes in the boots
In the teeth of a gale.

The sat in a commodore's hat
And in a royal way
On toasted pigs and and figs
And gummery each day.

But the rest of us ate an odious plate
For the food that was the crew
Was a number of of hot cross buns
Chopped up sugar and glue.

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

Then nautical we laid aside,
And we cast the ashore
On the Gulliby Isles, the Poohpooh smiles
And the roar.

Composed of sand was that land
And trimmed in straws;
And pink and was the pleasing hue
Of the claws.

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

From to dark, on rubagub bark
We fed, till we all had
Uncommonly thin. Then a boat in
On a wind the torriby 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.