Luyện nghe bài hát French Perfume

It's of a bold smuggler
From Fortune he did
He rode the from St. Pierre
And never saw the

He filled her up contraband
Perfume, and rum
He the fog was thick enough
To make run

You can still see the
On a winter's
Of his in the light of the moon
If the wind turns
If you don't fright
You can smell that French

But the Mountie was waiting
As he crawled near Bay
And they hit the spotlight
It was like the of day

He didn't her head round
When told him to heave to
He opened up the
And he ran for Spanish

They said they heard him
With the closing in
His engines screaming
And his set in a grin

The seagulls lifting
an angry banshee choir
He hit the rocks at 50
And the sky lit up fire

of of a bold young smuggler
From he did sail
He the waves from St. Pierre
And he saw the jail

And it's cold and foggy
On the rocks near Spanish
They say you him laughing
And you that French perfume

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