Idioma Origen:
We come on the sloop John B.
My grandfather and me.
Around Nassau town we did roam.
Drinking all night.
Got into a fight.
Well I feel so broke up.
I want to go home.
So hoist up the John B's sail.
See how the mainsail sets.
Call for the Captain ashore.
Let me go home.
Let me go home.
I want to go home, yeah yeah.
Well I feel so broke up.
I want to go home.
The first mate he got drunk.
And broke in the Cap'n's trunk.
The constable had to come and take him away.
Sheriff John Stone.
Why don't you leave me alone, yeah yeah.
Well I feel so broke up.
I want to go home.
So hoist up the John B's sail.
See how the mainsail sets.
Call for the Captain ashore.
Let me go home.
Let me go home.
I want to go home.
Let me go home.
Why don't you let me go home.
(Hoist up the John B's sail).
Hoist up the John B.
I feel so broke up.
I want to go home.
Let me go home.
The poor cook he caught the fits.
And threw away all my grits.
And then he took and he ate up all of my corn.
Let me go home.
Why don't they let me go home.
This is the worst trip I've ever been on.
So hoist up the John B's sail.
See how the mainsail sets.
Call for the Captain ashore.
Let me go home.
Let me go home.
I want to go home.
Let me go home.
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Idioma Destino:
We come on the sloop John B.
My grandfather and me.
Around Nassau town we did roam.
Drinking all night.
Got into a fight.
Well I feel so broke up.
I want to go home.
So hoist up the John B's sail.
See how the mainsail sets.
Call for the Captain ashore.
Let me go home.
Let me go home.
I want to go home, yeah yeah.
Well I feel so broke up.
I want to go home.
The first mate he got drunk.
And broke in the Cap'n's trunk.
The constable had to come and take him away.
Sheriff John Stone.
Why don't you leave me alone, yeah yeah.
Well I feel so broke up.
I want to go home.
So hoist up the John B's sail.
See how the mainsail sets.
Call for the Captain ashore.
Let me go home.
Let me go home.
I want to go home.
Let me go home.
Why don't you let me go home.
(Hoist up the John B's sail).
Hoist up the John B.
I feel so broke up.
I want to go home.
Let me go home.
The poor cook he caught the fits.
And threw away all my grits.
And then he took and he ate up all of my corn.
Let me go home.
Why don't they let me go home.
This is the worst trip I've ever been on.
So hoist up the John B's sail.
See how the mainsail sets.
Call for the Captain ashore.
Let me go home.
Let me go home.
I want to go home.
Let me go home.
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