Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Mile Bridge

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

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

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

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

Watch out for those outlaws and
Lord knows that they'll you blind
Don't mess around with those cutthroats and
They're robbers and killers of

And there's nothing than an old sailors curse
On the seven bridge where you find
They're stealing the future and making
The past is still somewhere

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

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

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

He'd look for bully to fight
At the end of the where the sun always shines
Just south of the seven mile
She waits at the window for signs of his

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

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

With fingers that she touches her body
And her man would come home
Now the years pass so quickly for is a thief
His skin looks 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
ready to live his own life

She hopes he can find a sea worthy
A sailor needs a good wife
Why he's just his daddy
She as she watches
Him weaving those fish all day

Knowing that some time the seven mile
Will him and lead him astray
He might his woman would learn
Broke his daddy and drunk

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

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