Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

She was the of Sharon from paradise lost
From the city of seven hills the place of the cross
I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of comedy
Told about Jesus, told about the
She told me about the jungle where her brothers were
By the man who had been dyin', who so mysteriously

Was she a child or a woman, did we go too
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 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 still blow 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 that's near to me nearer to the fire

Sea breeze blowin', there's a hellhound
men, who have escaped from the noose
Preaching faith and salvation, waiting for the to arrive
He was connected, but her heart was a snare
And she had left him to die in
He was goin' slow, just barely staying 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 bells ring
She said, "I know what you're thinking, but ain't a thing
You can do about it, so let us agree to agree"

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

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

Did you ever have a dream, you couldn't explain?
Ever meet your accusers, face to in the rain?
She had chrome brown eyes that I won't forget as as she's gone
I see the screws loose, see the devil pounding on tin
I see a in the country being torn apart from within
I can hear my calling from the land far beyond

And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to
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