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.
big sleep with the carp and kale.

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

Like the plank, for whom the shark thank
Maroon the mutineers, consume the
And the shiny spoils piled higher every year
He was suffocating in the box of a buccaneer
Ten summers on a night like this
Crows nest saw something that 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.

the heck! Frazzled, his telescope shattered, gathered himself
She was ghost, he was down the rope to deck
the vessel 360, swiftly
Found nothing in the water but salt, piss, and
Yargh, heckled by the at the bar
Hell be the stock of the Barbary Coast War
Like This either got two glass eyes
Or hes his patch on the wrong S-S-S-Side"

Now he knew what he saw, but had to he was raw
So he raped and he and hed feud any brawl
to rekindle his rep via sabers and gun smoke
And vowed to always find her, though he never his cutthroats
Meanwhile, in the now,
Got a brand new skeleton on the move now
When they aren't manning thirty cannons stern and bow
They are prying shiny metals out M-M-M-Mouth

Okay, wanes, holler wisdom n disease 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 the spot
The capital was buried at sea in a cave
one mile from where he'd seen the M-M-M-Mermaid

Anchors up, hoist the jolly roger you much
Day and night with his 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, seashells at his
An area high tide so
It's the one that put the lady of the on dry L-L-L-Land

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

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