Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

She was the of Sharon from paradise lost
From the city of seven near the place of the cross
I was a show in Miami in the theater of divine comedy
Told about Jesus, told about the
She told me about the where her brothers were slain
By the man who had been dyin', who disappeared so

Was she a child or a woman, did we go too
Were we sniper bait, did we follow a
Through a hole in the wall to where the long arm of the law cannot not
Could I been used and as a pawn?
It certainly was possible as the gay wore on
Where men bathed in perfume and practiced the of free speech

And them Caribbean winds still blow Nassau to Mexico
the flames in the furnace of desire
And them ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything near to me nearer to the fire

Sea breeze blowin', there's a loose
Redeemed men, who have escaped the noose
Preaching and salvation, waiting for the night to arrive
He was well connected, but her was a snare
And she had left him to die in
He was goin' down slow, just staying alive

The cry of the peacock, flies buzz my
Ceiling fan broken, there's a in my bed
Street playing "Nearer My God to Thee"
We met at the station where the mission bells
She said, "I know what you're thinking, but there ain't a
You can do it, so let us just agree to agree"

And them Caribbean winds still from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the in the furnace of desire
And them ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
Bringing that's near to me nearer to the fire

Atlantic by the cold grey sea
a voice crying, "Daddy," I always think it's for me
But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills call
Every new brings evil report
'Bout armies on the and time that is short
And famines and earthquakes and train wrecks and the down of the wall

Did you ever have a dream, that you explain?
Ever meet accusers, face to face in the rain?
She had brown eyes that I won't forget as long as she's gone
I see the screws breakin' loose, see the pounding on tin
I see a house in the country being torn apart within
I can hear my ancestors calling from the land far

And them Caribbean winds still from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the flames in the of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so and free
everything that's near to me nearer to the fire