Luyện nghe bài hát The Harbor Is Yours

Dead, men, no tales.
Up push the daisies till the is stale.
In a blue tux for the farmer's sail.
Mister big sleep the carp and kale.

upon a time in the days of yore.
When the people lived fresh outta legend and lore.
There was an old pirate who a vile slang
Had a perched on him, and swashbuckled the same
Peg leg starboard to port
By the nautical starry yellin' "The harbor is yours!"
You should tell him where you situate the
That is unless you'd a vacation with Davey J-J-J-Jones

Like walk the plank, for whom the shark
Maroon the mutineers, consume the
And while the shiny spoils piled higher year
He was suffocating slow in the box of a
Ten summers on a night like this
Crows saw something that float to the boats west
Sword blew him a kiss, and he focused
Seen the face of an upon the body of a F-F-F-Fish.

What the heck! Frazzled, his telescope shattered, himself
She was ghost, he was the rope ladder to deck
Circled the 360, swiftly
Found in the water but salt, piss, and whiskey
Yargh, heckled by the at the bar
Hell be the laughing stock of the Coast War
Like This dude got two glass eyes
Or hes wearin his on the wrong S-S-S-Side"

Now he knew what he saw, but had to he was raw
So he raped and he and hed feud any brawl
Tried to rekindle his rep via and gun smoke
And vowed to find her, though he never told his cutthroats
Meanwhile, in the now,
Got a brand new crew on the move now
When they manning thirty burning cannons stern and bow
They are prying shiny out your M-M-M-Mouth

Okay, youth wanes, holler wisdom n disease like the scurvy his yellow gums bleed
And he was achy his boots to the feather in his hat
Till his quartermaster up with a stolen treasure map
One look down and off the dock
See if you can guess where X the spot
The capital was at sea in a cursed cave
Only one mile from where seen the M-M-M-Mermaid

Anchors up, hoist the jolly thank you much
Day and night with his hands raised and clutched
But see, the deficiency was strong
So by the time they bumped the island, he could barely lift his grog
Crawled off the boat, in the sand
Prayers in the air, seashells at his
An area high so grand
It's the one that put the lady of the lake on dry

And I wish I tell you that it ended happy
Pretend like his werent practically snapping
Pretend like her gills didnt dry up and
But that's a dead pirate and a fish out of water
No lie, honor, got a million more
From the lighting above the Shores of Whores
Before visions of grandeur go to swell those sails,
Remember men tell no T-T-T-Tales.

Dead, men, no tales
Up push the daisies till the is stale
In a powder tux for the farmer's sail
Mister Big Sleep with the carp and