Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

She was the rose of from paradise lost
From the of seven hills near the place of the cross
I was playing a show in Miami in the of divine comedy
Told about Jesus, told the rain
She told me the jungle where her brothers were slain
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 follow a
Through a hole in the to where the long arm of the law cannot not reach
Could I used and played as a pawn?
It certainly was possible as the gay night on
Where men bathed in perfume and practiced the hoax of speech

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

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

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

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

Atlantic City by the cold sea
Hear a voice crying, "Daddy," I always think for me
But only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call
Every new messenger brings report
'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 explain?
Ever your accusers, face to face in the rain?
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 apart from within
I can hear my ancestors calling from the land far

And them Caribbean winds 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
everything that's near to me nearer to the fire