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 theater of comedy
Told about Jesus, about the rain
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 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 possible as the gay wore on
Where men bathed in perfume and practiced the hoax of free

And them Caribbean winds still blow Nassau to Mexico
the flames 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 blowin', there's a hellhound loose
men, who have escaped from the noose
Preaching faith and salvation, waiting for the night to
He was well connected, but her was a snare
And she had him to die in there
He was goin' down slow, just staying alive

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

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

Did you ever have a dream, that you couldn't
Ever your accusers, face to face in the rain?
She had chrome brown eyes that I 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 torn apart from within
I can my ancestors calling from the land far beyond

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