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 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 been dyin', who 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 used and played as a
It was possible as the gay night wore on
Where men bathed in perfume and practiced the of free speech

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

Sea breeze blowin', there's a loose
Redeemed men, who have escaped from the
Preaching faith and salvation, waiting for the night to
He was well connected, but her was a snare
And she had him to die in there
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 you're thinking, but there ain't a thing
You can do it, so let us just agree to agree"

And them Caribbean winds still from Nassau to Mexico
the flames 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

Atlantic City by the grey sea
Hear a voice crying, "Daddy," I always think for me
But it's the silence in the buttermilk hills that call
Every new brings evil report
'Bout armies on the and time that is short
And famines and earthquakes and train 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 chrome brown eyes that I won't forget as as she's 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 ancestors calling from the far beyond

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