Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

She was the rose of from paradise 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 slain
By the man who had dyin', who disappeared so mysteriously

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

And them winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the flames in the of desire
And them ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
everything 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, 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' down slow, just barely staying

The cry of the peacock, buzz 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 you're thinking, but there ain't a thing
You can do it, so let us just agree to agree"

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

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

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

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