Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Mile Bridge

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

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

Now most of sail across to Miami
the edge of the blue water line
With craw fish and snappers to at the market
For money to spend on wine

They cross through at the seven mile bridge
Except the moon comes out full
not superstitious they tell you as they are
Repeating that old rule

out for those outlaws and pirates
Lord knows that steal you blind
Don't mess around with those and thieves
They're robbers and killers of

And there's worse than an old sailors curse
On the mile bridge where you find
They're stealing the future and making
The past is still behind

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

With the seven mile bridge in
spent her nights on the window walk wondering
If safely pull through the storm
While he spent his money on up women

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

He'd look for bully to fight
At the end of the rainbow where the sun always
Just south of the mile bridge
She waits at the for signs of his sailboat

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

And the remains in the sink
Now she thinks of the men stare at her boldly
They she's a woman alone

With fingers that tremble she her body
And wishes her man come home
Now the years pass so quickly for is a thief
His looks like leather by now

His got fat and lost all he
But, Lord, lived up to her vow
She at her son that's going on twenty
He's ready to live his own

She hopes he can find a sea woman
A sailor needs a good wife
Why he's just like his
She thinks as she
Him those fish nets all day

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

She wrote down some words on an old piece of cloth
Nailed it his bunk
Why then, she packed his sea bag and filled up his
His new wife would want it way

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