Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

She was the of Sharon from paradise lost
From the city of seven hills the place of the cross
I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of divine
Told about Jesus, told the rain
She me about the jungle 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
we sniper bait, did we follow a star?
Through a hole in the wall to where the long arm of the law not reach
Could I been used and as a pawn?
It certainly was as the gay night wore on
Where men bathed in perfume and practiced the of free speech

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

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

The cry of the peacock, flies buzz my
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 just to agree"

And them Caribbean winds blow from 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 nearer to the

Atlantic City by the 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 evil
armies on the march and time that is short
And famines and earthquakes and train wrecks and the tearin' down of the

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

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