Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

She was the rose of Sharon from paradise
From the city of hills near the place of the cross
I was playing a show in Miami in the of divine comedy
Told about Jesus, told about the
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
a hole in the wall to where 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
men bathed in perfume and practiced the hoax of free speech

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

Sea breeze blowin', there's a loose
Redeemed men, who have from the noose
Preaching faith and salvation, for the night 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 barely alive

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

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

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

Did you ever a dream, that you couldn't explain?
Ever meet your accusers, to face in the rain?
She had chrome eyes that I won't forget as long 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 ancestors calling from the far beyond

And them Caribbean still blow from 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 that's to me nearer to the fire