Luyện nghe bài hát The Harbor Is Yours

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

Once 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 bird perched on him, and the same
Peg leg navigated starboard to
By the nautical night yellin' "The harbor is yours!"
You should tell him where you situate the
That is unless like a vacation with Davey J-J-J-Jones

Like walk the plank, for the shark thank
Maroon the mutineers, the souvenirs
And the shiny spoils piled higher every year
He was suffocating in the box of a buccaneer
Ten summers prior on a night this
Crows nest saw something that float to the boats
Sword him a kiss, and when he focused
Seen the face of an angel the body of a F-F-F-Fish.

What the heck! Frazzled, his telescope shattered, gathered
She was ghost, he was down the ladder to deck
Circled the 360, swiftly
Found nothing in the but salt, piss, and whiskey
Yargh, by the Swabies at the bar
Hell be the laughing stock of the Coast War
Like This dude either got two glass
Or hes his patch on the wrong S-S-S-Side"

Now he what he saw, but had to prove he was raw
So he raped and he pillaged and hed any brawl
Tried to rekindle his rep via and gun smoke
And vowed to always find her, though he never told his
Meanwhile, in the now,
Got a brand new skeleton crew on the now
they aren't manning thirty burning cannons stern and bow
They are shiny metals out your M-M-M-Mouth

Okay, youth wanes, holler n disease like the scurvy made his yellow gums bleed
And he was from his boots to the feather in his hat
Till his showed up with a stolen treasure map
One down and leaped off the dock
See if you can guess where X mark the
The capital was buried at sea in a cave
Only one mile from where he'd seen the

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

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

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