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.

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

walk the plank, for whom the shark thank
Maroon the mutineers, consume the
And while the shiny spoils piled higher every
He was suffocating in the box of a buccaneer
Ten prior on a night like this
Crows saw something that float to the boats west
Sword blew him a kiss, and when he
the face 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 down the rope 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 stock 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 knew he saw, but had to prove he was raw
So he raped and he and hed feud any brawl
Tried to rekindle his rep via and gun smoke
And vowed to always find her, he never told his cutthroats
Meanwhile, in the now,
Got a brand new skeleton on the move now
When they aren't thirty burning cannons stern and bow
They are prying shiny metals out M-M-M-Mouth

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

up, hoist the jolly roger thank you much
Day and with his hook hands raised and clutched
But see, the deficiency was strong
So by the time they bumped into the island, he could lift his grog
Crawled off the boat, collapsed in the
in the air, seashells 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 you that it ended happy
Pretend like his bones practically snapping
Pretend like her didnt dry up and suffer
But that's a half pirate and a fish out of water
No lie, scouts honor, got a more
From the lighting above the Shores of Whores
your visions of grandeur go to swell those sails,
Remember men tell no T-T-T-Tales.

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