Luyện nghe bài hát False Echos

by jon l]
False
By: buffett

The skies over cuba pink with the light
And the waterfront ritual began to
All the ships in the harbor were by the sun
Twenty-fifth of november,

On the old chicamauga the signal jacks
And the message spelled out caused a great bally hoo
ship in havana then hoisted away
All the pennants were 'a flyin' on my dad's first

echoes call out from his past
Time ain't for savin' no not for that
Chasing echoes like a lost legionnaire
He on memories while he fades like a flare

Now his storybook was not make believe
On the decks of a tall he was taught to achieve
Witnessed storms and starvation wonders and force
Oh the life of a sailor steers a wanderin'

Enduring call out from his past
Time ain't for no time's not for that
Chasing false echoes like a lost
He waltzes on memories he fades like a flare

Well now life throws us curve balls we never can
He gave up the ocean but he by the beach
Where he raised up his taught us all to survive
the wind went away in 1995

[whistle/violin

Now the old chicamauga has by the ways
She on the bottom of old mobile bay
Where the ghosts of his father and his are near
protect him and tell him there's nothin' to fear
Cause it's family tradition we to the sea
And a time in the future for cameron and me

Enduring echoes call out his past
Time ain't for saving no time's not for
Chasing false echoes like a legionnaire
He waltzes on while he fades like a flare

The skies over were warmed by the sun
Twenty-fifth of november