Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

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

Was she a or a woman, did we go too far?
Were we bait, did we follow a star?
Through a hole in the 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 night on
Where men bathed in perfume and practiced the hoax of free

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

Sea blowin', there's a hellhound loose
Redeemed men, who have escaped from the
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 down slow, just barely staying alive

The cry of the peacock, flies my head
Ceiling fan broken, a heat in my bed
Street band "Nearer My God to Thee"
We met at the station where the mission bells
She said, "I know what thinking, but there ain't a thing
You can do about it, so let us agree to agree"

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

Atlantic City by the cold sea
Hear a voice crying, "Daddy," I always it's for me
But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills call
Every new brings evil report
'Bout 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 accusers, face to face in the rain?
She had brown eyes that I won't forget as long 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 ancestors from the land far beyond

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