Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

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

Was she a child or a woman, did we go too
Were we bait, did we follow a star?
Through a hole in the wall to where the 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 in perfume and practiced the hoax of free speech

And Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau 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 near to me to the fire

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

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

And them Caribbean winds still blow from to Mexico
Fanning the flames in the furnace of
And them distant ships of liberty on them 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 think it's for me
But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that
Every new brings evil report
'Bout armies on the march and 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?
Ever meet your accusers, to face in the rain?
She had chrome brown that I won't forget as long as she's gone
I see the screws breakin' loose, see the pounding on tin
I see a house in the country being torn apart from
I can hear my ancestors from the land far beyond

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