Luyện nghe bài hát Chimes of Freedom

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

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

Through the mad hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church bells blew far the breeze
Leaving bells of lightning and its thunder
for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the
An' the poet and the painter far behind his time
An' we upon the chimes of freedom flashing

In the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled
For the disrobed faceless forms of no
for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in situations
Tolling for the deaf an' blind, for the mute
For the mistreated, mother, the mistitled 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 mist was slowly
Electric light still like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from
for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted with too personal a tale
An' for each unharmful, gentle soul 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 for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last
Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the ended
Tolling for the aching wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out an' worse
An' for every hung-up person in the wide universe
An' we gazed upon the of freedom flashing