Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

She was the rose of Sharon from paradise
From the city of hills near the place of the cross
I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of comedy
Told about Jesus, about the rain
She told me about the jungle her brothers were slain
By the man who had dyin', who disappeared 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 played as a
It certainly was as the gay night wore on
Where men bathed in perfume and practiced the hoax of free

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

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

The cry of the peacock, buzz my head
Ceiling fan broken, a heat in my bed
band playing "Nearer My God to Thee"
We met at the station the mission bells ring
She said, "I know what you're thinking, but there a thing
You can do it, so let us just agree to agree"

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

Atlantic City by the cold sea
Hear a crying, "Daddy," I always think it's for me
But only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call
Every new messenger evil report
armies on the march and time that is short
And famines and and train wrecks and the tearin' 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 eyes that I forget as long as she's gone
I see the screws breakin' loose, see the devil on tin
I see a in the country being torn apart from within
I can my ancestors calling from the land far beyond

And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to
the flames in the furnace 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