Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

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

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

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

Sea breeze blowin', a hellhound loose
Redeemed men, who have escaped from the
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, a heat in my bed
band playing "Nearer My God to Thee"
We met at the station where the mission ring
She said, "I know what you're thinking, but there ain't a
You can do about it, so let us just to agree"

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

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

Did you ever a dream, that you couldn't 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 breakin' loose, see the pounding on tin
I see a house in the country being torn apart within
I can hear my ancestors calling the land far beyond

And Caribbean 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 near to me to the fire