Letra Treasure Island de Running Wild original

Squire Trelawny and Dr. Livesay having asked me, Jim Hawkins, to tell
Everybody the whole tale about the 'Island',
Flint's treasure and Mr. Silver. Keeping nothing back but it's position
And that only,
Because the major part of the treasure has not been lifted yet.
I personally think we would never have begun this adventure and set
Course with the 'Hispaniola',
If we knew what would happen and that some of us would never return,
Having lost their lives.
Sometimes the whole story haunts dreams and brings me the worst
Nightmares I ever had,
That's when I hear the cries of the fallen, the waves pounding the rocks
On the coast and Captain Flint's raw voice screaming:
'Pieces of eight !, Pieces of eight ! Hahaha!'
And I tell you, no oxen and wain ropes will ever take me back to
'Treasure Island' !!!
Mr. Bones is fighting 'black Dog'
He wants to split him to the chine
'Blind Pew' the bringer of the spot
Horse-hooves trampling his shine
We have the map to start our trip
The 'Squire' has the ship and the sailors
'Long John' is the man with the grip
No one knows he will raid us
The yell of the slain, the waves on the rocks
Captain Flint's raising hell
He's calling my name to drive me insane
But I'll never return to
Treasure Island where the brave fell
A one-legged devil from the pit of hell
A greedy demon on his treasury
Cursed the island, oh, eternally
'Long John' is spreading his law
Hatching a death bringing plot
I show up in a conceal of war
What I heard in the barrel from this toad
The yell of the slain, the waves on the rocks
Captain Flint's raising hell
He's calling my name to drive me insane
But I'll never return to
Treasure Island where the brave fell
A one-legged devil from the pit of hell
A greedy demon on his treasury
Cursed the island, oh, eternally
We see the land, shining sand, but it can be our grave
I jump the boat, overload, trying to be brave
Burning sun, find 'Ben Gunn', assassins claim the ship
I cut the rope, I try to cope to free it from 'Hand's' Grip
Pulling row, cannon law, the jolly-boats last trip
Killing tried, stockade fight, 'Silver's' villains quit
Abandonment, to 'Silver's' hand, a cunning pact is made
Trick or treat, make scoundrels bleed, their dullness will be paid
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I stumble to the stockade, the sweat drips from my brow
No one keeps a lookout, oh no! the rabble owns it now
'Silver' tries to shield me, the 'Black spot' comes again
He throws the map onto the ground, he plays a tricky game
Pickax, rope and shovel, the dead-man marks the way
No chest, no gold, no silver, 2 Guineas is their pay
Musket cracks like thunder, the blood is running red
'Ben Gunn' kept the treasure, from beginning to the end
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When we put back to the sea 'Silver's' chains are doubly tight
'Long John' and his counterfeit key Sidle away into the night
The yell of the slain, the waves on the rocks
Captain Flint's raising hell
He's calling my name to drive me insane
But I'll never return to
Treasure Island where the brave fell
A one-legged devil from the pit of hell
A greedy demon on his treasury
Cursed the island, oh, eternally
Treasure Island where the brave fell
A one-legged devil from the pit of hell
A greedy demon on his treasury
Cursed the island, oh, eternally