Luyện nghe bài hát Prince of Tides

of tides
By: jimmy buffett, utley

Pat conroy, doc pomus and the people of dafuskie island already said it all. I am thankful for such inspiration.

"the sun, red and enormous, began to sink the western sky. and simultaneously the moon began to rise on the other side of the river with it's own glorious shade of red, coming up out of
Trees like a russet firebird. the sun and the moon seem to acknowledge each other and they moved in both apposition and concordance in a breath taking of light across the oaks and the palm
Father watched it and I thought he would cry again. he had returned to the sea, and his was a low country heart."

drums are silent and the wingos are poets at last
Out on dafuskie island, the bury the past
And the low sinks, she can not swim
The dogwood feels the
While the foursome plays on days in their alligator shirts

Now I realize who the prince of tides
How can you tell how it to be
When nothin' left to see

One night they put a price on the
And that got the whole shaking
They rose the grave both the weak and the brave
'cause history was for the makin'
And the surrounded the condos forming a frail human fence
And they out loud to the roar of the crowd
"same old story, more dollars sense"

Now I realize who killed the prince of
How can you how it used to be
When there's left to see

Paperback make young girls dream
And spending quieter days in the stream
goodman, giovinno, and john mac d
They were good friends to me

(instrumental)

Yes and now I who killed the prince of tides
How can you tell how it to be
When nothin' left to see

Oh, and now I realize who the prince of tides
How can you tell how it to be
When there's left to see
left to see

Heaven knows but God
Just when to the prince of tides

You can dance (you can dance) dance (you can dance)
With the guy (you can dance) who you the eye (you can dance)
And to hold you tight (you can dance)
You can (you can smile) every smile (you can smile)
For the man ( you can smile) who holds your
Beneath the moonlight (you can dance, ba-dum)
But forget who's takin' you home
And in whose you're gonna be
Save the last for me

And beach music, beach music, music, just plays on...

--
"the white porpoise comes to me at night, singing in the river of time, with a thousand dolphins in radiant attendance, charismatic greetings from the prince of tides."