Luyện nghe bài hát Port Royal (4:10)

Hundred mast, thirty
An in the gulf of Darien
Sandglas, bloody
Flying above the scene

Marooners loaded guns
Are still at the quay
Hungry fleet underworld
Freedom is the law they

strap, rum and gin
Sexual all the way
A dice, an ace of hearts
One shall win and to pay

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

Port
A cry of on the sea
Port Royal,

Royal
A cry of on the sea
Royal, whoa

When the Oxford the sea
driver learns the Moses law
There's no chance, you escape
They hunt down and eat 'em raw

Gin Lane, New
all since a long time gone
But there are still
Port Royal's spirit lives on

Royal
A cry of on the sea
Royal, whoa

Port
A cry of on the sea
Port Royal,