Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

She was the rose of Sharon from lost
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 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
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 used and played as a
It was possible as the gay night wore on
Where men bathed in perfume and practiced the of free speech

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

Sea blowin', there's a hellhound loose
Redeemed men, who escaped from the noose
faith and salvation, waiting 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, barely staying alive

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

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

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

Did you ever have a dream, that you explain?
Ever meet your accusers, face to 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 country being torn apart from
I can hear my ancestors calling from the far beyond

And Caribbean 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 that's near to me to the fire