Luyện nghe bài hát The Harbor Is Yours

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

Once a time in the days of yore.
When the people lived outta legend and folk lore.
There was an old pirate who piloted a slang
Had a bird perched on him, and swashbuckled the
Peg leg navigated starboard to
By the nautical night yellin' "The harbor is yours!"
You tell him where you situate the gold
That is unless you'd like a vacation Davey J-J-J-Jones

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

What the heck! Frazzled, his shattered, gathered himself
She was ghost, he was the rope ladder to deck
Circled the vessel 360,
nothing in the water but salt, piss, and whiskey
Yargh, heckled by the at the bar
Hell be the stock of the Barbary Coast War
This dude either got two glass eyes
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
to rekindle his rep via sabers and gun smoke
And vowed to find her, though he never told his cutthroats
Meanwhile, in the now,
Got a new skeleton 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 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 look 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 from where he'd seen the M-M-M-Mermaid

Anchors up, the jolly roger thank you much
Day and night with his hands raised and clutched
But see, the deficiency was strong
So by the time they bumped into the island, he could barely his grog
off the boat, collapsed in the sand
Prayers in the air, seashells at his
An area tide so grand
the one that put the lady of the lake on dry L-L-L-Land

And I wish I could you that it ended happy
Pretend like his werent practically snapping
Pretend like her gills didnt dry up and
But that's a half pirate and a fish out of water
No lie, scouts honor, got a more
the burgundy 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, tell no
Up push the daisies till the is stale
In a powder blue tux for the sail
Mister Big Sleep with the carp and