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 sleep with the 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 navigated to port
By the nautical night yellin' "The harbor is yours!"
You should tell him where you the gold
That is unless you'd like a vacation with Davey

Like walk the plank, for whom the shark
the mutineers, consume the souvenirs
And while the shiny spoils piled higher every
He was suffocating slow in the box of a
Ten summers prior on a like this
nest saw something that float to the boats west
Sword 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 telescope shattered, gathered
She was ghost, he was down the rope ladder to
Circled the 360, swiftly
Found nothing in the but salt, piss, and whiskey
Yargh, heckled by the at the bar
Hell be the laughing stock of the Barbary 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 and he pillaged and hed feud any brawl
Tried to rekindle his rep via sabers and gun
And vowed to always find her, though he never told his
Meanwhile, in the now,
Got a brand new skeleton crew on the now
When aren't manning thirty burning cannons stern and bow
They are prying metals out your M-M-M-Mouth

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

Anchors up, hoist the jolly roger you much
Day and with his hook hands raised and clutched
But see, the vitamin deficiency was
So by the time they bumped the island, he could barely lift his grog
Crawled off the boat, in the sand
Prayers in the air, seashells at his
An area tide so grand
It's the one put the lady of the lake on dry L-L-L-Land

And I wish I could tell you that it happy
Pretend like his bones practically snapping
Pretend like her gills dry up and suffer
But that's a half dead and a fish out of water
No lie, scouts honor, got a more
From the lighting above the Shores 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 daisies till the soil is
In a blue tux for the farmer's sail
Mister Big Sleep the carp and kelp