Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Mile Bridge

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

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

Now most of sail across to Miami
From the edge of the blue line
With craw and snappers to sell at the market
For to spend on some wine

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

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

And there's nothing worse than an old curse
On the seven bridge where you find
They're stealing the future and believe
The past is somewhere behind

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

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

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

look for some bully to fight
At the end of the where the sun always shines
Just south of the seven mile
She waits at the window for of his sailboat

And not to worried the kids
She a few drinks from the bottle she hides
From a husband that's to tired to
feelings of guilt she picks up the bottle

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

With fingers that tremble she her body
And her man would come home
Now the years so quickly for time is a thief
His looks like leather 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
He's ready to live his own

She hopes he can a sea worthy woman
A sailor sure needs a good
Why he's just like his
She thinks as she
Him weaving those fish all day

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

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

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