Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Mile Bridge

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

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

Now of them sail across to Miami
the edge of the blue water line
With craw fish and snappers to at the market
For money to spend on wine

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

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

And nothing worse than an old sailors curse
On the seven mile bridge where you
They're the future and making believe
The past is still somewhere

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

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

And to keep his blood warm
Then he'd gamble on crab races 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 where the sun always shines
south of the seven mile bridge
She waits at the window for of his sailboat

And tries not to the kids
She sneaks a few drinks from the bottle she
a husband that's to tired to think
With feelings of guilt she picks up the

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

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

His woman's got fat and 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 he can find a sea worthy woman
A sailor sure needs a wife
Why just like his daddy
She as she watches
Him weaving those fish all day

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

She wrote down 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 would want it way

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