Luyện nghe bài hát The Harbor Is Yours

Dead, men, no tales.
Up push the daisies 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 and folk lore.
There was an old who piloted a vile slang
Had a perched on him, and swashbuckled the same
Peg leg starboard to port
By the nautical starry yellin' "The harbor is yours!"
You should tell him you situate the gold
That is unless you'd like a vacation with Davey

Like walk the plank, for the shark thank
the mutineers, consume the souvenirs
And while the spoils piled higher every year
He was suffocating in the box of a buccaneer
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 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 ladder to
the vessel 360, swiftly
Found nothing in the but salt, piss, and whiskey
Yargh, by the Swabies at the bar
be the laughing stock of the Barbary Coast War
Like This either got two glass eyes
Or hes wearin his on the wrong S-S-S-Side"

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

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

Anchors up, hoist the jolly roger thank you
Day and with his hook hands raised and clutched
But see, the vitamin was strong
So by the time bumped into the island, he could barely lift his grog
off the boat, collapsed 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 tell you that it ended happy
Pretend like his bones werent snapping
Pretend her gills didnt dry up and suffer
But that's a half pirate and a fish out of water
No lie, scouts honor, got a million
From the burgundy lighting the Shores of Whores
Before your visions of 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
Mister Big Sleep the carp and kelp