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 a show in Miami in the theater of divine comedy
Told Jesus, told about the rain
She told me about the jungle her brothers were slain
By the man who had been dyin', who disappeared so

Was she a child or a woman, did we go too
Were we bait, did we follow a star?
Through a in the wall to where the long arm of the law cannot not reach
I been used and played as a pawn?
It was possible as the gay night wore on
Where men bathed in perfume and practiced the of free speech

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 so bold and free
Bringing everything that's to me nearer to the fire

Sea breeze blowin', there's a loose
Redeemed men, who have escaped the noose
Preaching and salvation, waiting for the night to arrive
He was well connected, but her heart was a
And she had left him to die in
He was goin' down slow, barely staying alive

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

And them Caribbean winds still blow Nassau to Mexico
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

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

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

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