Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

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

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

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

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

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

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 so bold and free
Bringing everything that's to me nearer to the fire

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

Did you ever a dream, that you couldn't explain?
meet your 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 breakin' loose, see the devil pounding on tin
I see a in the country being torn apart from within
I can hear my ancestors calling from the far beyond

And them Caribbean winds still from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the in the furnace 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