Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

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

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

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

Sea breeze blowin', there's a hellhound
Redeemed men, who have escaped from the
Preaching faith and salvation, waiting for the to arrive
He was well connected, but her was a snare
And she had him to die in there
He was goin' down slow, just staying alive

The cry of the peacock, flies buzz my
fan broken, there's a heat in my bed
Street band "Nearer My God to Thee"
We met at the station where the mission ring
She said, "I know what thinking, but there ain't a thing
You can do it, so let us just agree to agree"

And them Caribbean winds still blow Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the flames in the furnace of
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and
Bringing everything near to me nearer to the fire

City by the cold grey sea
Hear a voice crying, "Daddy," I always it's for me
But it's only the in the buttermilk hills that call
Every new messenger brings report
'Bout armies on the march and time that is
And famines and earthquakes and train wrecks and the down of the wall

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

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