Luyện nghe bài hát French Perfume

It's of a young smuggler
Fortune he did sail
He rode the waves from St.
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 right
If you take fright
You can smell that French

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

He bring her head round
When told him to heave to
He up the engines
And he ran for Room

They said heard him laughing
With the closing in
His screaming murder
And his set in a grin

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

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

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

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