Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

She was the rose of Sharon paradise lost
From the city of seven near the place of the cross
I was playing a show in 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 dyin', who disappeared so mysteriously

Was she a child or a woman, did we go too
we sniper bait, did we follow a star?
Through a hole in the wall to where the long arm of the law not reach
Could I been used and played as a
It certainly was as the gay night wore on
men bathed in perfume and practiced the hoax of free speech

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

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

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

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

Atlantic City by the grey sea
Hear a voice crying, "Daddy," I always think for me
But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills call
new messenger brings evil report
'Bout armies on the and time that is short
And famines and earthquakes and train 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 chrome brown eyes that I won't forget as long as gone
I see the screws breakin' loose, see the devil on tin
I see a house in the country being torn apart from
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 them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and
Bringing everything near to me nearer to the fire