Luyện nghe bài hát French Perfume

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

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

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

But the boat was waiting
As he near Mortier Bay
And when they hit the
It was the light of day

He bring her head round
they told him to heave to
He opened up the
And he ran for Spanish

They said they heard him
the Mounties closing in
His engines murder
And his face set in a

The seagulls lifting
Like an banshee choir
He hit the at 50 clicks
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 when it's and foggy
On the rocks near Spanish
say you hear him laughing
And you smell that French

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