Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

She was the of Sharon from paradise lost
From the city of hills near the place of the cross
I was playing a show in in the theater of divine comedy
Told about Jesus, about the rain
She told me about the jungle where her brothers were
By the man who had been dyin', who so mysteriously

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

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

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

The cry of the peacock, flies my head
Ceiling fan broken, there's a in my bed
Street band "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 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 them iron waves so bold and
Bringing everything that's to me nearer to the fire

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

Did you ever have a dream, that you couldn't
Ever meet your accusers, face to 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 pounding on tin
I see a house in the country torn apart from within
I can hear my ancestors from the land far beyond

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