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 his grandpa
Had told him ten times or

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He'd look for some to fight
At the end of the rainbow the sun always shines
Just south of the seven bridge
She waits at the for signs of his sailboat

And not to worried the kids
She sneaks a few from the bottle she hides
From a that's to tired to think
With feelings of guilt she up the bottle

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

With fingers that tremble she touches her
And wishes her man come home
Now the years pass so quickly for time is a
His skin 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 on twenty
He's to live his own life

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

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

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

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