Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Mile Bridge

You know as a child, he heard tell of the seven mile
That connected on shore
Yes and it was the key west his grandpa
Had told him ten or more

The stories of some sailors on the bridge
Where it to let the boats through
But the all laugh at grandpas old stories
And swear that it just true

Now most of them across to Miami
the edge of the blue water line
With craw fish and snappers to sell at the
For to spend on some wine

They always cross through at the seven mile
when the moon comes out full
They're not superstitious tell you as they are
Repeating that old rule

Watch out for outlaws and pirates
Lord knows they'll steal you blind
Don't mess around with those cutthroats and
They're robbers and of time

And there's nothing worse than an old sailors
On the seven bridge where you find
stealing the future and making believe
The past is still somewhere

The seven mile bridge, the seven bridge
And he found a woman who'd here from Cuba
She gave him a son and a
They lived in a conch house somewhere on stock

With the seven bridge in between
She'd spent her nights on the walk wondering
If he'd safely through the storm
he spent his money on painted up women

And whiskey to keep his blood
Then he'd gamble on crab till he was broke
she sat up waiting all night
Then felling too guilty to her and tell her

He'd look for bully to fight
At the end of the rainbow where the sun shines
south of the seven mile bridge
She at the window for signs of his sailboat

And tries not to the kids
She sneaks a few from the bottle she hides
From a that's to tired to think
With feelings of she picks up the bottle

And pours the in the sink
Now she thinks of the men that stare at her
know she's a woman alone

With fingers tremble she touches her body
And her man would come home
Now the pass so quickly for time is a thief
His skin like leather by now

His woman's got fat and all he
But, Lord, she's up to her vow
She looks at her son going on twenty
ready to live his own life

She he can find a sea worthy woman
A sailor needs a good wife
Why just like his daddy
She as she watches
Him weaving those fish all day

Knowing that some the seven mile bridge
Will take him and him astray
He might his woman would learn
Broke like his and drunk

She down some words on an old piece of sail cloth
it over his bunk
Why then, she his sea bag and filled up his trunk
His new wife would it that way

Just before the old man shook the younger hand
These are the he did say