Luyện nghe bài hát The Harbor Is Yours

Dead, men, no tales.
Up the daisies till the soil 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 fresh 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 navigated to port
By the starry night yellin' "The harbor is yours!"
You should tell him you situate the gold
That is unless you'd like a vacation Davey J-J-J-Jones

Like walk the plank, for the shark thank
the mutineers, consume the souvenirs
And while the shiny spoils piled higher every
He was slow in the box of a buccaneer
Ten summers prior on a like this
Crows nest saw that float to the boats west
blew him a kiss, and when he focused
Seen the of an angel 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 vessel 360,
Found nothing in the water but salt, piss, and
Yargh, by the Swabies at the bar
be the laughing stock of the Barbary Coast War
Like dude either got two glass eyes
Or hes wearin his patch on the S-S-S-Side"

Now he what he saw, but had to prove he was raw
So he and he pillaged and hed feud 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 aren't manning burning cannons stern and bow
are prying shiny metals out your M-M-M-Mouth

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

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, at his hand
An area tide so grand
It's the one that put the lady of the lake on dry

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

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