Luyện nghe bài hát Wreck Of The Carlos Rey

Fifty to work the fields
Toil the and sweat the steel
Set out to sail from Santa
I've left you a tacked to a tree

querida
I'll one day
Now I'm on the Carlos Rey

Four cruel days under skies
Not much bread to keep us
The wind kicked up and the rain down
And then we all a terrible sound

Adios
Nothing to say
I'm lost in the wreck of the Rey

I struggled against the of the tide
I clutched my bag with your picture
But my did break as it slipped away
Disappearing the gray

querida
I've to stay
in the wreck of the Carlos Rey

In the and cold I let you go
With the hunk of wood that I hold
I sleep in a bed of salt and
And I sweet dreams of taking your hand

querida
I'm away
Down in the wreck of the Rey