Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

She was the rose of Sharon 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
Told about Jesus, told about the
She told me about the jungle where her 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 sniper bait, did we follow a
a hole in the wall to where the long arm of the law cannot not reach
Could I used 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 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

Sea breeze blowin', there's a hellhound
men, who have escaped from the noose
Preaching faith and salvation, waiting for the night to
He was connected, but her heart 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
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 what 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 blow from Nassau to
the flames in the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron so bold and free
everything that's near to me nearer to the fire

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

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

And them Caribbean winds blow 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 that's near to me nearer to the fire