Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

She was the rose of Sharon paradise lost
From the city of seven hills near the place of the
I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of comedy
about Jesus, told about the rain
She told me about the where her brothers were slain
By the man who had been dyin', who disappeared so

Was she a child or a woman, did we go too
Were we sniper bait, did we a star?
a hole in the wall to where the long arm of the law cannot not reach
Could I used and played as a pawn?
It certainly was as the gay night wore on
Where men bathed in and practiced the hoax of free speech

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

Sea blowin', there's a hellhound 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 left him to die in
He was goin' slow, just barely staying alive

The cry of the peacock, buzz 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 mission ring
She said, "I know what you're thinking, but there a thing
You can do about it, so let us agree to agree"

And Caribbean 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 that's near to me nearer to the fire

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

Did you ever have a dream, you couldn't explain?
Ever meet your accusers, face to in the rain?
She had chrome brown eyes that I won't forget as long as gone
I see the screws breakin' loose, see the devil on tin
I see a in the country being torn apart from within
I can hear my ancestors from the land far beyond

And them Caribbean winds still blow 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 near to me nearer to the fire