Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Mile Bridge

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

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

Now of them sail across to Miami
From the edge of the blue line
With craw fish and to sell at the market
For money to on some wine

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

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

And there's nothing worse than an old curse
On the seven mile where you find
They're 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 him a son and a dream
lived in a conch house 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 painted up

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 to face her and tell her

He'd look for some to fight
At the end of the rainbow where the sun always
Just south of the seven bridge
She waits at the window for signs of his

And not to worried the kids
She sneaks a few drinks from the she hides
a husband that's to tired to think
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 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 that's on twenty
He's ready to his own life

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 weaving those fish all day

Knowing some time the seven mile bridge
Will take him and lead him
He return his woman would learn
Broke his daddy 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 up his trunk
His new wife would want it way

Just the old man shook the younger lads hand
are the words he did say