Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Mile Bridge

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He'd for some bully to fight
At the end of the rainbow where the sun shines
south 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 from the bottle she
From a husband to tired to think
With of guilt she picks up the bottle

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

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

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

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

Knowing that some time the mile bridge
take him and lead him astray
He might return his woman would
Broke his daddy and drunk

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

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