Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

She was the of Sharon from paradise lost
From the of seven hills near the place of the cross
I was a show in Miami in the theater of divine comedy
Told about Jesus, about the rain
She told me about the where her brothers were slain
By the man who had been dyin', who so mysteriously

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

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

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

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

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

Atlantic by the cold grey sea
Hear a voice crying, "Daddy," I always think for me
But it's only the silence in the buttermilk that call
new messenger brings evil report
'Bout on the march and time that is short
And famines and earthquakes and train wrecks and the tearin' of the wall

Did you ever have a dream, you couldn't explain?
Ever meet accusers, face to face in the rain?
She had brown eyes that I won't forget as long as she's gone
I see the screws loose, see the devil pounding on tin
I see a house in the country being torn apart within
I can hear my ancestors from the land far beyond

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