Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

She was the rose of Sharon from paradise
From the of seven hills near the place of the cross
I was playing a show in Miami in the of divine comedy
Told about Jesus, about the rain
She told me the jungle 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 bait, did we follow a star?
a hole in the wall to where the long arm of the law cannot not reach
Could I been and played as a pawn?
It was possible as the gay night wore on
men bathed in perfume and practiced the hoax of free speech

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
Bringing everything that's near to me to the fire

Sea breeze blowin', there's a hellhound
Redeemed men, who escaped from the noose
Preaching faith and salvation, waiting for the night to
He was connected, but her heart was a snare
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 station the mission bells ring
She said, "I what you're thinking, but there ain't a thing
You can do it, so let us just agree to agree"

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

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

Did you ever a dream, that you couldn't 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 from within
I can my ancestors calling from the land far beyond

And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to
Fanning the flames in the of desire
And them distant of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything near to me nearer to the fire