Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

She was the rose of Sharon paradise lost
the city of seven hills near the place of the cross
I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of divine
Told about Jesus, told about the
She told me about the jungle where her were slain
By the man who had dyin', who disappeared so mysteriously

Was she a or a woman, did we go too far?
Were we bait, did we follow a star?
Through a hole in the to where 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 perfume and practiced the hoax of speech

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

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

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 station where the bells ring
She said, "I know what you're thinking, but there ain't a
You can do about it, so let us just to agree"

And Caribbean 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
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the

Atlantic City by the grey sea
Hear a voice crying, "Daddy," I always think for me
But it's only the in the buttermilk 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 have a dream, you couldn't explain?
Ever meet your accusers, to face in the rain?
She had chrome brown eyes I won't forget as long as she's gone
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 calling from the land far beyond

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