Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

She was the rose of Sharon from lost
From the city of seven hills near the place of the
I was playing a in Miami in the theater of divine comedy
Told about Jesus, told the rain
She told me about the jungle where her were slain
By the man who had been dyin', who so mysteriously

Was she a or a woman, did we go too far?
Were we bait, did we follow a star?
a hole in the wall to where the long arm of the law cannot not reach
Could I been used and as a pawn?
It certainly was possible as the gay wore on
men bathed in perfume and practiced the hoax of free speech

And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to
the flames in the furnace of desire
And them distant of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me to the fire

Sea breeze blowin', there's a loose
Redeemed men, who have escaped the noose
Preaching faith and salvation, for the night to arrive
He was connected, but her heart was a snare
And she had him to die in there
He was goin' slow, just barely staying alive

The cry of the peacock, flies my head
Ceiling fan broken, there's a in my bed
Street playing "Nearer My God to Thee"
We met at the where the mission bells ring
She said, "I know what you're thinking, but there a thing
You can do about it, so let us just to agree"

And them Caribbean winds blow from Nassau to Mexico
the flames in the furnace of desire
And them ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the

Atlantic City by the grey sea
a voice crying, "Daddy," I always think it's for me
But it's the silence in the buttermilk hills that call
new messenger brings evil report
'Bout armies on the march and time is short
And famines and earthquakes and wrecks and the tearin' down of the wall

Did you ever have a dream, that you explain?
Ever meet accusers, face to face in the rain?
She had brown eyes that I won't forget as long as she's gone
I see the screws breakin' loose, see the pounding on tin
I see a house in the country being torn from within
I can hear my calling from the land far beyond

And them Caribbean winds still blow Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the in the furnace of desire
And them distant of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the