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 times or

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

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

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

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

And there's worse than an old sailors curse
On the mile bridge where you find
They're the future and making believe
The past is still behind

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

With the mile bridge in between
spent her nights on the window walk wondering
If safely pull through the storm
While he spent his on painted up women

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

He'd look for some bully to
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 from the bottle she hides
From a husband to tired to think
With of guilt she picks up the bottle

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

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

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

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

Knowing that some time the seven bridge
Will take him and him astray
He might return his woman learn
Broke like his daddy and

She wrote down some 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

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