Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Mile Bridge

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

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

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

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

Watch out for those outlaws and
Lord knows that they'll steal you
mess around with those cutthroats and thieves
They're robbers and of time

And there's worse than an old sailors curse
On the seven mile bridge you find
stealing the future and making believe
The is still somewhere behind

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

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

And whiskey to keep his warm
Then he'd gamble on crab 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 the kids
She sneaks a few from the bottle she hides
From a husband that's to tired to
With feelings of guilt she up the bottle

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

With fingers tremble she touches her body
And wishes her man would come
Now the years pass so quickly for time is a
His skin looks 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
He's ready to live his own

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

Knowing some time the seven mile bridge
Will take him and him astray
He might return his woman learn
Broke like his daddy and

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

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