Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Mile Bridge

You know as a child, he heard of the seven mile bridge
That on marathon shore
Yes and it was the gateway key his grandpa
Had told him ten times or

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

Now of them sail across to Miami
From the of the blue water line
With craw and snappers to sell at the market
For money to spend on wine

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

Watch out for those and pirates
Lord knows they'll steal you blind
Don't around with those cutthroats and thieves
robbers and killers of time

And nothing worse than an old sailors curse
On the seven mile where you find
They're the future and making believe
The past is still behind

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

the seven mile bridge in between
She'd spent her nights on the window wondering
If he'd safely through the storm
While he spent his on painted up women

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

He'd look for some to fight
At the end of the rainbow the sun always shines
Just of the seven mile bridge
She waits at the window for of his sailboat

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

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

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

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

She he can find a sea worthy woman
A sure needs a good wife
Why he's just his daddy
She thinks as she
Him those fish nets all day

Knowing some time the seven mile bridge
Will him and lead him astray
He might return his woman would
like his daddy and drunk

She down some words on an old piece of sail cloth
it over his bunk
Why then, she packed his sea bag and up his trunk
His new wife would want it way

Just the old man shook the younger lads hand
These are the he did say