Luyện nghe bài hát The Harbor Is Yours

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

Once upon a time in the of yore.
When the people lived outta legend and folk lore.
was an old pirate who piloted a vile slang
Had a bird on him, and swashbuckled the same
Peg leg starboard to port
By the nautical starry night yellin' "The is yours!"
You should tell him where you the gold
That is you'd like 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 every
He was suffocating slow in the box of a
Ten prior on a night like this
Crows nest saw something float to the boats west
Sword blew him a kiss, and when he
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 down the rope ladder to
Circled the vessel 360,
Found nothing in the but salt, piss, and whiskey
Yargh, by the Swabies at the bar
Hell be the laughing of the Barbary Coast War
Like This dude either got two glass
Or hes wearin his 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 feud any
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 on the move now
When they aren't manning thirty burning cannons and bow
They are prying shiny out your M-M-M-Mouth

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

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

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

Dead, men, tell no
Up push the daisies the soil is stale
In a powder blue tux for the sail
Mister Big Sleep with the carp and