Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Mile Bridge

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

The stories of some sailors on the bridge
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 sail to Miami
From the edge of the water line
With craw and snappers to sell at the market
For money to on some wine

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

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

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

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

With the mile bridge in between
She'd spent her nights on the window walk
If he'd safely pull the storm
While he spent his money on painted up

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

He'd for some bully to fight
At the end of the rainbow the sun always shines
Just south of the mile bridge
She waits at the window for of his sailboat

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

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

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

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

She hopes he can find a sea woman
A sailor sure needs a wife
Why just like his daddy
She as she watches
Him those fish nets all day

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

She wrote down some words on an old piece of cloth
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