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.
big sleep with the carp and kale.

Once upon a in the days of yore.
When the people lived outta legend and folk lore.
There was an old pirate who a vile slang
Had a bird on him, and swashbuckled the same
Peg leg starboard to port
By the nautical starry night yellin' "The is yours!"
You tell him where you situate the gold
That is unless you'd like a vacation with Davey

Like walk the plank, for whom the shark
Maroon the mutineers, consume the
And while the spoils piled higher every year
He was suffocating slow in the box of a
Ten summers prior on a night like
Crows nest saw something that float to the boats
Sword blew him a kiss, and he focused
Seen the face of an upon the body of a F-F-F-Fish.

What the heck! Frazzled, his shattered, gathered 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
Hell be the laughing stock of the Barbary War
Like dude 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 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 skeleton on the move 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 disease like the scurvy made his gums bleed
And he was achy his boots to the feather in his hat
Till his showed up with a stolen treasure map
One look down and off the dock
See if you can guess where X mark the
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 thank you
Day and night his hook hands raised and clutched
But see, the vitamin deficiency was
So by the time bumped into the island, he could barely lift his grog
Crawled off the boat, collapsed in the
Prayers in the air, at his hand
An area high 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 ended
Pretend like his bones werent practically
Pretend like her gills dry up and suffer
But that's a half dead and a fish out of water
No lie, honor, got a million more
From the burgundy above the Shores of Whores
Before visions of grandeur go to swell those sails,
dead men tell no T-T-T-Tales.

Dead, men, tell no
Up push the till the soil is stale
In a powder blue tux for the sail
Mister Big Sleep with the carp and