Luyện nghe bài hát Chimes of Freedom

Far between sundown's an' midnight's broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck in the sounds
to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed of flight
An' for each an' underdog soldier in the night
An' we gazed upon the of freedom flashing

Through the city's furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden as the walls tightening
As the of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain
into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the
Tolling for the luckless, the an' forsakened
Tolling for the outcast, burnin' at stake
An' we upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Through the mad hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky its poems in naked wonder
That the of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, for the kind
for the guardians and protectors of the mind
An' the and the painter far behind his rightful time
An' we gazed the chimes of freedom flashing

In the cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no
for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the
For the mistreated, mateless mother, the prostitute
For the outlaw, chaineded an' cheated by pursuit
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom

Even though a cloud's white in a far-off corner flared
An' the hypnotic splattered was slowly lifting
Electric still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking
For the lonesome-hearted with too personal a tale
An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a
An' we gazed the chimes of freedom flashing

Starry-eyed an' as I recall when we were caught
by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last an' we watched with one last look
an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
Tolling for the whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out an' worse
An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide
An' we upon the chimes of freedom flashing