Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

She was the rose of Sharon from paradise
the city of seven hills near the place of the cross
I was playing a show in in the theater of divine comedy
Told about Jesus, told about the
She told me about the jungle where her 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 been used and played as a
It certainly was possible as the gay wore on
Where men bathed in perfume and practiced the of free speech

And them Caribbean still blow from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the in the furnace of desire
And them distant 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
Redeemed men, who have escaped from the
Preaching faith and salvation, waiting for the 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 buzz my
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 know you're thinking, but there ain't a thing
You can do about it, so let us agree to agree"

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

Atlantic by the cold grey sea
Hear a voice crying, "Daddy," I think it's for me
But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that
Every new brings 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 a dream, that you couldn't explain?
Ever meet your accusers, face to face in the
She had chrome eyes that I won't forget as long as she's gone
I see the screws breakin' loose, see the pounding on tin
I see a house in the country being torn apart 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 of desire
And them distant of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
everything that's near to me nearer to the fire