Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

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

Was she a child or a woman, did we go too
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 used and played as a
It certainly was possible as the gay night on
Where men bathed in and practiced the hoax of free speech

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

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

The cry of the peacock, flies buzz my
Ceiling fan broken, a heat in my bed
Street band "Nearer My God to Thee"
We met at the station where the mission bells
She said, "I know what you're thinking, but there a thing
You can do about it, so let us just to agree"

And Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
the flames 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

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 that call
Every new messenger evil report
'Bout armies on the march and time is short
And famines and earthquakes and train 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 brown eyes that I won't as long as she's gone
I see the breakin' loose, see the devil pounding on tin
I see a house in the country torn apart from within
I can my ancestors calling from the land far beyond

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