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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 its 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 adventureAnd set course with the 'Hispaniola', if we had knownWhat would happen and that some of us would never return,Having lost their lives. Sometimes the whole story haunts dreamsAnd 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'sRaw voice screaming: 'Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight! Ha ha hah!'.And I tell you, no oxen and wain ropes will ever take meBack to Treasure Island!Mr. Bones is fighting 'Black Dog'He want to split him to the chine'Blind Pew' the bringer of the spotHorse-hooves trampling his spineWe have the map to start our tripThe 'Squire' has the ship and the sailors'Long John' is the man with the gripNo one knows he will raid usThe yell of the slainLetras de cancionesThe waves on the rocksCaptain Flint's raising hellHe's calling my nameTo drive me insaneTreasure IslandWhere the brave fellA one-legged devilFrom the pit of hellA greedy demon on his treasuryCursed the island, oh, eternally'Long John' is spreading his lawHatching a death bringing plotI show up in a council of warWhat I heard in the barrel from this toadThe yell of the slainThe waves on the rocksCaptain Flint's raising hellHe's calling my nameTo drive me insaneBut I'll never return toTreasure IslandWhere the brave fellA one-legged devilFrom the pit of hellA greedy demon on his treasuryCursed the island, oh, eternallyWe see the land, shining sandBut it can be our graveI jump the boat, overloadTrying to be too braveBurning sun, find 'Ben Gunn'Assassins claim the shipI cut the rope, I try to copeTo free it from 'Hand's' gripBulling row, cannon lawThe jolly-boats last tripKilling tried, stockade fight'Silver's' villains quitAbandonment, to 'Silver's' handA cunning pack is madeTrick or treat, make scoundrelsBleed, their dullness will be paidI stumble to the stockadeThe sweat drips form my browNo one keeps a lockout, oh no!The rabble owns it now'Silver' tries to shield meThe 'Black spot' comes againHe throws the map onto the groundHe plays a tricky gamePickaxe, rope and shovelThe dead-man marks the wayNo chest, no gold, no silver2 guineas is their payMusket cracks like thunderThe blood is running red'Ben Gunn' kept the treasureFrom beginning to endWhen we put back to the sea'Silver's' chains are doubly tight'Long John' and his counterfeit keySidle away through the nightThe yell of the slainThe waves on the rocksCaptain Flint's raising hellHe's calling my nameTo drive me insaneBut I'll never return toTreasure IslandWhere the brave fellA one-legged devilFrom the pit of hellA greedy demon on his treasuryCursed the island, oh, eternallyTreasure IslandWhere the brave fellA one-legged devilFrom the pit of hellA greedy demon on his treasuryCursed the island, oh, eternally From Letras Mania