Luyện nghe bài hát French Perfume

It's of a bold young
From Fortune he did
He rode the waves from St.
And saw the jail

He filled her up contraband
Perfume, and rum
He hoped the fog was enough
To another run

You can still see the
On a winter's
Of his in the light of the moon
If the wind right
If you don't fright
You can that French perfume

But the boat was waiting
As he near Mortier Bay
And they hit the spotlight
It was like the of day

He didn't bring her head
When told him to heave to
He up the engines
And he ran for Spanish

They said heard him laughing
With the Mounties in
His engines screaming
And his set in a grin

The started lifting
Like an angry choir
He hit the rocks at 50
And the sky lit up with

It's of of a bold young
From Fortune he did
He the waves from St. Pierre
And he never saw the

And when it's cold and
On the rocks near Room
They say you hear him
And you smell that French

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