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 with the carp and kale.

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

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

the heck! Frazzled, his telescope shattered, gathered himself
She was ghost, he was down the rope ladder to
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 Barbary War
Like This dude either got two eyes
Or hes his patch on the wrong S-S-S-Side"

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

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

Anchors up, hoist the roger thank you much
Day and night his hook hands raised and clutched
But see, the vitamin deficiency was
So by the time bumped into the island, he could barely lift his grog
off the boat, collapsed 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 could tell you it ended happy
Pretend like his bones werent practically
Pretend like her didnt dry up and suffer
But a half 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,
dead men tell no T-T-T-Tales.

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