Luyện nghe bài hát French Perfume

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

He filled her up contraband
Perfume, and rum
He hoped the fog was enough
To another run

You can see the sight
On a winter's
Of his in the light of the moon
If the wind right
If you don't fright
You can smell French perfume

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

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

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

The seagulls started
Like an angry banshee
He hit the at 50 clicks
And the sky lit up with

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

And when it's cold and
On the rocks Spanish Room
They say you him laughing
And you smell that French

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