Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Mile Bridge

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

The stories of some sailors curse on the
Where it opens to let the through
But the natives all laugh at 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 fish and snappers to sell at the
For money to spend on some

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

Watch out for those outlaws and
Lord knows they'll steal you blind
mess around with those cutthroats and thieves
They're robbers and killers of

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

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

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

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

He'd look for some to fight
At the end of the rainbow where the sun shines
Just south of the seven mile
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 that's to tired to think
With of guilt she picks up the bottle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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