Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Mile Bridge

You know as a child, he heard tell of the seven mile
connected on marathon shore
Yes and it was the key west his grandpa
Had told him ten or more

The stories of some sailors on the bridge
Where it opens to let the boats
But the natives all laugh at old stories
And swear that it just isn't

Now most of them sail across to
From the edge of the water line
With craw and snappers to sell at the market
For to spend on some wine

They always cross through at the seven bridge
when the moon comes out full
They're not superstitious they tell you as are
that old seaman's rule

Watch out for those and pirates
knows that they'll steal you blind
Don't mess around with those and thieves
They're robbers and of time

And there's worse than an old sailors curse
On the seven mile where you find
They're stealing the and making believe
The is still somewhere behind

The mile bridge, the seven mile bridge
And he found a woman who'd come from Cuba
She gave him a son and a
They lived in a conch somewhere on stock island

the seven mile bridge in between
She'd spent her on the window walk wondering
If he'd safely pull through the
While he spent his money on painted up

And to keep his blood warm
Then he'd gamble on races till he was broke
While she sat up all night
Then felling too guilty to face her and her

look for some bully to fight
At the end of the rainbow the sun always shines
south of the seven mile bridge
She waits at the window for of his sailboat

And not to worried the kids
She sneaks a few drinks from the bottle she
a husband that's to tired to think
With feelings of guilt she picks up the

And the remains in the sink
Now she thinks of the men stare at her boldly
They know she's a alone

With fingers that she touches her body
And wishes her man would home
Now the years so quickly for time is a thief
His skin looks like by now

His woman's got fat and all he
But, Lord, lived up to her vow
She at her son that's going on twenty
He's ready to his own life

She hopes he can find a sea worthy
A sailor sure needs a good
Why he's just like his
She thinks as she
Him weaving fish nets all day

Knowing that some time the seven bridge
take him and lead him astray
He might return his would learn
Broke his daddy and drunk

She wrote down some words on an old piece of cloth
Nailed it over his
Why then, she packed his sea bag and filled up his
His new wife want it that way

Just before the old man shook the younger hand
are the words he did say