Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Mile Bridge

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

The of some sailors 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 of them sail across to Miami
the edge of the blue water line
With craw fish and snappers to sell at the
For money to spend on some

They always cross through at the seven bridge
when the moon comes out full
They're not superstitious tell you as they are
Repeating that old 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 nothing worse than an old sailors curse
On the seven bridge where you find
They're stealing the future and making
The past is still behind

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

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

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

He'd look for some bully to
At the end of the rainbow where the sun shines
Just south of the mile bridge
She at the window for signs of his sailboat

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

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

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

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

She hopes he can find a sea worthy
A sailor sure needs a good
Why just like his daddy
She as she watches
Him those fish nets all day

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

She wrote down words on an old piece of sail cloth
it over 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 lads hand
These are the he did say