Luyện nghe bài hát French Perfume

It's of a bold smuggler
From Fortune he did
He rode the from St. Pierre
And saw the jail

He her up with contraband
Perfume, and rum
He hoped the fog was enough
To make run

You can still see the
On a night
Of his wake in the of the moon
If the wind right
If you don't take
You can smell French perfume

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

He didn't bring her head
When told him to heave to
He up the engines
And he ran for Room

They said they him laughing
the Mounties closing in
His screaming murder
And his set in a grin

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

It's of of a young smuggler
From he did sail
He rode the waves from St.
And he saw the jail

And when cold and foggy
On the near Spanish Room
They say you him laughing
And you smell that perfume

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