Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Mile Bridge

You know as a child, he heard tell of the 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 curse on the bridge
it opens to let the boats through
But the natives all at grandpas old stories
And that it just isn't true

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

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

Watch out for those and pirates
Lord knows that they'll you blind
Don't around with those cutthroats and thieves
They're robbers and of time

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

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

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

And whiskey to his blood warm
Then gamble on crab races 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
south of the seven mile bridge
She waits at the window for signs of his

And tries not to worried the
She sneaks a few from the bottle she hides
From a that's to tired to think
With feelings of guilt she picks up the

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

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

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

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 fish nets all day

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

She wrote down words on an old piece of sail cloth
Nailed it his bunk
Why then, she packed his sea bag and up his trunk
His new wife would it that way

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