Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Mile Bridge

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

The stories of some curse on the bridge
Where it opens to let the through
But the all laugh at grandpas old stories
And swear it just isn't true

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And not to worried the kids
She sneaks a few drinks from the bottle she
a husband that's to tired to think
With of guilt she picks up the bottle

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

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

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

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

Knowing that some the seven mile bridge
take him and lead him astray
He return his woman would learn
Broke his daddy and drunk

She wrote some words on an old piece of sail cloth
Nailed it his bunk
Why then, she packed his sea bag and 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