Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

She was the rose of Sharon paradise lost
From the of seven hills near the place of the cross
I was playing a 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 or a woman, did we go too far?
Were we sniper bait, did we follow a
a hole in the wall to where the long arm of the law cannot not reach
Could I used and played 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 still blow from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the flames in the 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', a hellhound loose
Redeemed men, who have from the noose
Preaching faith and salvation, waiting for the night to
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, buzz my head
Ceiling fan broken, a heat in my bed
band playing "Nearer My God to Thee"
We met at the station where the mission ring
She said, "I what you're thinking, but there ain't a thing
You can do it, so let us just agree to agree"

And them winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the flames in the furnace of
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and
everything 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 that
Every new messenger brings evil
'Bout armies on the march and time that is
And famines and earthquakes and wrecks and the tearin' down of the wall

Did you ever have a dream, that you couldn't
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 loose, see the devil pounding on tin
I see a house in the country being apart from within
I can hear my ancestors from the land far beyond

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