Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

She was the rose of from paradise lost
From the city of seven near the place of the cross
I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of divine
Told about Jesus, about 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 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 long arm of the law not reach
I been used and played as a pawn?
It certainly was as the gay night wore on
Where men bathed in perfume and practiced the of free speech

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

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

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 you're thinking, but ain't a thing
You can do about it, so let us just to agree"

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

City by the cold grey sea
Hear a voice crying, "Daddy," I think it's for me
But it's only the silence in the hills that call
Every new messenger brings report
'Bout armies on the march and time that is
And famines and and train wrecks 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 long as she's
I see the screws loose, see the devil pounding on tin
I see a house in the country being apart from within
I can hear my ancestors calling the land far beyond

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