Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Mile Bridge

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

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

Now most of them sail to Miami
From the 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 bridge
Except when the comes out full
They're not superstitious tell you as they are
Repeating that old seaman's

Watch out for outlaws and pirates
knows that they'll steal you blind
Don't mess around those cutthroats and thieves
robbers and killers of time

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

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

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

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

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

And tries not to the kids
She sneaks a few drinks the bottle she hides
From a husband that's to to think
With feelings of 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 would home
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, 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 a sea worthy woman
A sailor sure needs a good
Why just like his daddy
She thinks as she
Him weaving those fish all day

Knowing that time the seven mile bridge
Will him and lead him astray
He might return his would learn
Broke like his daddy and

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

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