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 upon a in the days of yore.
When the people lived fresh outta legend and 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 yellin' "The harbor is yours!"
You should tell him where you the gold
That is unless you'd a vacation with Davey J-J-J-Jones

Like the plank, for whom the shark thank
the mutineers, consume the souvenirs
And while the shiny piled higher every year
He was suffocating slow in the box of a
Ten summers on a night like this
Crows nest saw something that to the boats west
blew 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 shattered, gathered himself
She was ghost, he was down the ladder to deck
the vessel 360, swiftly
Found in the water but salt, piss, and whiskey
Yargh, heckled by the at the bar
Hell be the laughing 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 knew 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 sabers and gun
And to always find her, though he never told his cutthroats
Meanwhile, in the now,
Got a brand new skeleton crew on the now
When they manning thirty burning cannons stern and bow
They are prying shiny metals out your

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

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

And I wish I could you that 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, scouts honor, got a more
From the burgundy lighting the Shores of Whores
Before your 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 soil is
In a powder tux for the farmer's sail
Big Sleep with the carp and kelp