Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Mile Bridge

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

The stories of sailors curse on the bridge
it opens to let the boats through
But the natives all laugh at grandpas old
And swear that it isn't true

Now most of them sail across to
From the of the blue water line
craw fish and snappers to sell at the market
For money to on some wine

They always through at the seven mile bridge
Except when the moon comes out
not superstitious they tell you as they are
Repeating old seaman's rule

Watch out for those outlaws and
Lord knows they'll steal you blind
Don't mess around with cutthroats and thieves
They're and killers of time

And there's nothing worse an old sailors curse
On the seven mile where you find
They're stealing the and making believe
The is still somewhere behind

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

With the seven mile bridge in
She'd spent her nights on the walk wondering
If safely pull through the storm
While he spent his money on up women

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

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

And tries not to the kids
She sneaks a few drinks the bottle she hides
From a husband to tired to think
feelings of guilt she picks up the bottle

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

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

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

She hopes he can a sea worthy woman
A sure needs a good wife
Why just like his daddy
She as she watches
Him weaving fish nets all day

Knowing that time the seven mile bridge
Will him and lead him astray
He might return his would learn
Broke like his daddy and

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

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