Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Mile Bridge

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

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

Now of them sail across to Miami
From the edge of the blue water
With craw fish and to sell at the market
For money to spend on some

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

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

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

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

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

And whiskey to his blood warm
Then he'd gamble on crab races till he was
she sat up waiting all night
Then felling too guilty to her and tell her

He'd for some bully to fight
At the end of the rainbow the sun always shines
Just south of the seven mile
She waits at the for signs of his sailboat

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

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

With that tremble she touches her body
And wishes her man would come
Now the years pass so quickly for 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 looks at her son that's on twenty
He's ready to his own life

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

Knowing some time the seven mile bridge
Will take him and lead him
He might return his woman learn
Broke like his daddy and

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

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