Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

She was the rose of Sharon from paradise
From the city of seven near the place of the cross
I was playing a in Miami in the theater of divine comedy
Told about Jesus, told the rain
She told me about the jungle where her were slain
By the man who had been dyin', who 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 the long arm of the law cannot not reach
Could I been and played as a pawn?
It certainly was possible as the gay night on
Where men bathed in perfume and practiced the hoax of free

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

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

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

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

Atlantic by the cold grey sea
Hear a voice crying, "Daddy," I always think for me
But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills call
Every new messenger evil report
'Bout armies on the march and time is short
And and earthquakes and train wrecks and the tearin' 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 the land far beyond

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