Luyện nghe bài hát Wreck Of The Carlos Rey

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

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

Four cruel under stormy skies
Not much bread to us alive
The wind kicked up and the rain came
And then we all heard a sound

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

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

Adios
gone to stay
Down in the wreck of the Rey

In the and cold I let you go
the hunk of wood that I took hold
I sleep in a bed of and sand
And I dream dreams of taking your hand

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