Luyện nghe bài hát Treasure Island

Squire and Dr. Livesay
Having me, Jim Hawkins
To tell everybody the tale about the 'Island'
treasure and Mr. Silver.

Keeping nothing back but its position and that
Because the major of the treasure has not been lifted yet.
I personally think we would have begun this adventure
And set with the 'Hispaniola', if we had known

What happen and that some of us would never return
lost their lives
Sometimes the story haunts dreams
And brings me the worst I ever had.

That's when I the cries of the fallen
The pounding the rocks on the coast
And Flint's raw voice screaming
Pieces of eight! of eight! Ha ha ha
And I tell you, no oxen and wain
Will ever take me to Treasure Island!

Mr. is fighting Black Dog
He want to him to the chine
Blind Pew the bringer of the
Horse-hooves his spine, yeah

We the map to start our trip
The Squire has the and the sailors
John is the man with the grip
But no one knows he raid us

The of the slain, the waves on the rocks
Flint's raising hell
He's calling my to drive me insane
But I'll never to

Treasure Island, where the fell
A one-legged devil from the pit of
A greedy on his treasury
Cursed the island, oh,

Long John is his law
Hatching a bringing plot
I show up in a of war
What I heard in the from this toad

The yell of the slain, the waves on the
Flint's raising hell
He's calling my name to drive me
But I'll never to

Treasure Island, where the fell
A one-legged devil from the pit of
A demon on his treasury
Cursed the island, oh,

We see the land, sand
But it can be our
I jump the boat,
Trying to be too

sun, find Ben Gunn
Assassins the ship
I cut the rope, I try to
To free it Hand's grip

Bulling row, law
The last trip
Killing tried, fight
Silver's quit

Abandonment, to Silver's
A pack is made
Trick or treat, scoundrels bleed
Their will be paid

I stumble to the
The sweat from my brow
No one a lookout, oh no
The rebel it now

tries to shield me
The Black spot again
He throws the map the ground
He a tricky game

Pickaxe, and shovel
The dead-man the way
No chest, no gold, no
2 guineas is pay

cracks like thunder
The is running red
Of Ben Gunn kept the
From to end

we put back to the sea
Silver's are doubly tight
John and his counterfeit key
Sidle away the night

The yell of the slain, the waves on the
Flint's raising hell
He's calling my name to me insane
But I'll never to

Treasure Island, where the brave
A one-legged from the pit of hell
A greedy on his treasury
Cursed the island, oh,

Treasure Island, where the brave
A one-legged from the pit of hell
A greedy on his treasury
Cursed the island, oh,

Treasure