Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

She was the of Sharon from paradise lost
From the city of hills near the place of the cross
I was playing a show in in the theater of divine comedy
Told about Jesus, told about the
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 bait, did we follow a star?
Through a hole in the wall to where the long arm of the law cannot not
Could I been used and played as a
It certainly was possible as the gay night on
Where men bathed in perfume and practiced the of free speech

And Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the flames in the 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

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

The cry of the peacock, buzz my head
Ceiling fan broken, there's a in my bed
Street playing "Nearer My God to Thee"
We met at the station where the mission 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 Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the flames in the of desire
And distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything near to me nearer to the fire

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

Did you ever have a dream, that you explain?
meet your accusers, face to face in the rain?
She had chrome brown eyes 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 being torn apart from within
I can hear my ancestors from the land far beyond

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