Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

She was the rose of Sharon paradise lost
From the city of hills near the place of the cross
I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of comedy
about Jesus, told about the rain
She me about the jungle where her brothers were 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 hole in the wall to where the arm of the law cannot not reach
Could I been and played as a pawn?
It certainly was possible as the gay night on
Where men in perfume and practiced the hoax of free speech

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 breeze blowin', there's a hellhound
Redeemed men, who have escaped from the
faith and salvation, waiting for the night to arrive
He was well connected, but her heart was a
And she had left him to die in
He was goin' down slow, just staying alive

The cry of the peacock, flies my head
Ceiling fan broken, a heat in my bed
Street playing "Nearer My God to Thee"
We met at the station where the mission bells
She said, "I what you're thinking, but there ain't a thing
You can do about it, so let us agree to agree"

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

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

Did you have a dream, that you couldn't explain?
Ever meet your accusers, face to face in the
She had chrome brown eyes that I won't as long as she's gone
I see the breakin' loose, see the devil pounding 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 still blow from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the flames in the furnace of
And them distant ships of liberty on them waves so bold and free
Bringing that's near to me nearer to the fire