Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Mile Bridge

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

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

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

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

out for those outlaws and pirates
Lord knows that they'll you blind
Don't mess with those cutthroats and thieves
They're and killers of time

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

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

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

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

He'd look for some bully to
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 not to worried the kids
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 of the men that stare at her boldly
They know she's a alone

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

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

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

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

She wrote some 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 want it that way

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