Luyện nghe bài hát The Harbor Is Yours

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

Once upon a in the days of yore.
When the people lived fresh outta legend and lore.
There was an old who piloted a vile slang
Had a bird perched on him, and the same
Peg leg navigated starboard to
By the starry night yellin' "The harbor is yours!"
You should him where you situate the gold
That is unless you'd a vacation with 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 suffocating slow in the box of a
Ten prior on a night like this
Crows nest saw something that float to the west
Sword him a kiss, and when he focused
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 the rope ladder to deck
Circled the vessel 360,
Found nothing in the water but salt, piss, and
Yargh, heckled by the at the bar
Hell be the laughing of the Barbary Coast War
Like This either got two glass eyes
Or hes wearin his patch on the 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 his rep via sabers and gun smoke
And vowed to always her, though he never told his cutthroats
Meanwhile, in the now,
Got a new skeleton crew on the move now
When aren't manning thirty burning cannons stern and bow
They are prying shiny metals out M-M-M-Mouth

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

Anchors up, hoist the roger thank you much
Day and night with his hook hands raised and
But see, the vitamin was strong
So by the time they bumped into the island, he barely lift his grog
Crawled off the boat, collapsed in the
Prayers in the air, at his hand
An high tide so grand
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 werent practically snapping
Pretend like her gills didnt dry up and
But that's a dead pirate and a fish out of water
No lie, honor, got a million more
From the burgundy lighting above the of Whores
Before your visions of go to swell those sails,
Remember men tell no T-T-T-Tales.

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