Luyện nghe bài hát Port Royal (4:10)

Hundred mast, thirty
An island in the of Darien
Sandglas, bloody
Flying high the scene

Marooners with loaded
Are still waiting at the
Hungry fleet underworld
Freedom is the law they

strap, rum and gin
Sexual all the way
A rolling dice, an ace of
One win and one's to pay

and freedom
No for the holy writ
Rebellions, non
Spitting on religious hypocrites,

Port
A cry of on the sea
Royal, whoa

Port
A cry of on the sea
Royal, whoa

When the hits the sea
Slave driver the Moses law
no chance, you can't escape
They hunt them and eat 'em raw

Gin Lane, New
all since a long time gone
But are still descendants
Port spirit lives forever on

Royal
A cry of on the sea
Royal, whoa

Port
A cry of on the sea
Royal, whoa