Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

She was the rose of from paradise lost
From the of seven hills near the place of the cross
I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of comedy
Told about Jesus, told the rain
She told me about the jungle where her brothers slain
By the man who had dyin', who disappeared so mysteriously

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 not reach
Could I used and played as a pawn?
It certainly was as the gay night wore on
Where men bathed in and practiced the hoax of free speech

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

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

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

And them Caribbean still blow from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the flames in the furnace of
And them ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
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 in the buttermilk hills that call
Every new messenger evil report
'Bout armies on the march and that is short
And famines and earthquakes and train wrecks and the down of the wall

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

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