Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

She was the rose of from paradise lost
From the city of seven hills 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 brothers slain
By the man who had been dyin', who so mysteriously

Was she a or a woman, did we go too far?
Were we sniper bait, did we a star?
Through a in the wall to where the long arm of the law cannot not reach
Could I 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 winds 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 to me nearer to the fire

Sea breeze blowin', there's a loose
Redeemed men, who have escaped from the
faith 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 down slow, just barely staying alive

The cry of the peacock, flies buzz my
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 it, so let us just agree to agree"

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

Atlantic City by the grey sea
a voice crying, "Daddy," I always think it's for me
But it's the silence in the buttermilk hills that call
Every new messenger brings report
'Bout on the march 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 your accusers, face to face in the rain?
She had chrome brown eyes that I won't forget as as she's gone
I see the screws breakin' loose, see the devil on tin
I see a house in the being torn apart from within
I can my ancestors calling from the land far beyond

And them Caribbean 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 that's near to me nearer to the fire