Luyện nghe bài hát Madagascar

Two hundred loathsome
to the teeth
Hurling there
As get closer to the beach

We had cutlasses and
Off to get an island with the only tree
it from the rich, bless the pirates
Jump the and torture them, the rich

A gun salute and three loud cheers
Pirate rowed for their fair bloody share
Town crowd out, "Viva le roi"
Twenty more cannons, muskets
Headed out for in the bourbon islands
take was gold, diamonds, silks and porcelains

Madagascar, we're comin for your of rum
A wooden leg, I stand on by ye gallows we