Luyện nghe bài hát French Perfume

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

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

You can still see the
On a night
Of his wake in the light of the
If the wind turns
If you don't take
You can smell that perfume

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

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

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

The started lifting
Like an banshee choir
He hit the rocks at 50
And the sky lit up with

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

And when it's and foggy
On the rocks Spanish Room
They say you hear him
And you smell that perfume

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