Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Mile Bridge

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

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

Now of them sail across to Miami
From the edge of the water line
With fish and snappers to sell at the market
For money to spend on some

They always cross through at the seven bridge
Except when the moon comes out
not superstitious they tell you as they are
Repeating old seaman's rule

out for those outlaws and pirates
Lord knows they'll steal you blind
mess around with those cutthroats and thieves
They're robbers and of time

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

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

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

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

He'd look for some bully to
At the end of the where the sun always shines
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 from the bottle she hides
From a that's to tired to think
feelings of guilt she picks up the bottle

And pours the remains in the
Now she thinks of the men that at her boldly
They know a woman alone

fingers that tremble she touches her body
And wishes her man 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 looks at her son going on twenty
He's ready to live his own

She hopes he can find a sea worthy
A sure needs a good wife
Why he's like his daddy
She thinks as she
Him weaving those nets all day

that some time the seven 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 his sea bag and filled up his trunk
His new wife would it that way

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