Luyện nghe bài hát Madagascar

Two hundred cutthroats
Armed to the
Hurling grenades
As they get closer to the

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

A twenty-one gun and three loud cheers
Pirate rowed ashore for their fair bloody
Town shouted out, "Viva le roi"
more cannons, thirty-four muskets
Headed out for treasure in the bourbon
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