Luyện nghe bài hát Wreck Of The Carlos Rey

Fifty traveling to the fields
Toil the factories and sweat the
Set out to from Santa Rosalie
I've you a note tacked to a tree

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

Four cruel days under stormy
Not much bread to us alive
The wind kicked up and the rain down
And we all heard a terrible sound

querida
more to say
I'm lost in the wreck of the Rey

I struggled the pull of the tide
I clutched my bag with picture inside
But my heart did break as it away
Disappearing into the

querida
I've gone to
Down in the of the Carlos Rey

In the dark and I let you go
With the hunk of wood I took hold
I sleep in a bed of salt and
And I dream sweet dreams of taking your

Adios
I'm gone
Down in the wreck of the Rey