Luyện nghe bài hát Chimes of Freedom

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

Through the city's melted furnace, we watched
With faces hidden as the were tightening
As the of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain
Dissolved the bells of the lightning
for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an'
Tolling for the outcast, constantly at stake
An' we gazed upon the of freedom flashing

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

In the wild cathedral evening the unraveled tales
For the faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no 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 of freedom flashing

Even though a cloud's white in a far-off corner flared
An' the hypnotic splattered was slowly lifting
Electric light still like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or be kept from drifting
Tolling for the ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a
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 suspended
As we listened one last time an' we watched one last look
Spellbound an' 'til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, ones an' worse
An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom