Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

She was the rose of Sharon from paradise
From the city of seven hills near the place of the
I was playing a show in in the theater of divine comedy
about Jesus, told about the rain
She told me about the jungle where her brothers slain
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 follow a
a hole in the wall to where the long arm of the law cannot not reach
Could I been and played as a pawn?
It was possible as the gay night wore on
Where men bathed in perfume and the hoax of free speech

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

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

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

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

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

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

And them Caribbean winds 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
Bringing everything that's near to me to the fire