Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

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

Was she a child or a woman, did we go too
Were we bait, did we follow a star?
Through a in the wall to where the long arm of the law cannot not reach
I been used 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
Fanning the flames in the furnace of
And them distant ships of liberty on iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me to the fire

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 heart was a
And she had him to die in there
He was goin' slow, just barely staying alive

The cry of the peacock, flies 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 bells
She said, "I know what thinking, but there ain't 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 distant ships of liberty on them iron so bold and free
Bringing everything that's 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 silence in the buttermilk hills call
Every new messenger brings report
'Bout on the march and time that is short
And and earthquakes and train wrecks and the tearin' down of the wall

Did you ever have a dream, that you explain?
Ever meet your accusers, to face in the rain?
She had chrome brown eyes that I won't forget as as she's gone
I see the screws breakin' loose, see the devil 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 them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and
Bringing everything that's near to me to the fire