Luyện nghe bài hát Chimes of Freedom

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

Through the melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden as the were tightening
As the echo of the wedding before the blowin' rain
into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel, for the rake
for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsakened
Tolling for the outcast, burnin' at stake
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom

the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in wonder
That the clinging of the church blew far into the breeze
Leaving only of lightning and its thunder
for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and of the mind
An' the poet and the painter far behind his rightful
An' we gazed the chimes of freedom flashing

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

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

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