Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Mile Bridge

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

The stories of sailors curse on the bridge
Where it opens to let the through
But the all laugh at grandpas old stories
And swear that it just true

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

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

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

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

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
She'd 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
he'd gamble 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 some bully to
At the end of the rainbow where the sun always
Just of the seven mile bridge
She waits at the window for signs of his

And tries not to the kids
She sneaks a few drinks the bottle she hides
From a husband to tired to think
With of guilt she picks up the bottle

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

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

His got fat and lost all he
But, Lord, she's 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 woman
A sailor sure needs a wife
Why he's like his daddy
She thinks as she
Him weaving fish nets all day

that some time the seven mile bridge
Will take him and lead him
He might return his woman learn
Broke his daddy and drunk

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

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