Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

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

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

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

Sea blowin', there's a hellhound loose
Redeemed men, who have escaped from the
Preaching faith and salvation, waiting for the night to
He was connected, but her heart was a snare
And she had left him to die in
He was goin' down slow, barely 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 where the mission bells ring
She said, "I know what you're thinking, but there a thing
You can do it, so let us just agree to agree"

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

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

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

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