Luyện nghe bài hát Chimes of Freedom

Far between finish an' midnight's broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, crashing
As majestic bells of bolts shadows in the sounds
to be the chimes of freedom flashing
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 chimes of flashing

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

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

In the wild evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed forms of no position
for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted
Tolling for the deaf an' blind, for the mute
For the mistreated, mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chaineded an' by pursuit
An' we gazed the chimes of freedom flashing

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

an' laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no of hours for they hanged suspended
As we one last time an' we watched with one last look
Spellbound an' swallowed the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching whose wounds be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out an' worse
An' for every hung-up person in the whole universe
An' we gazed the chimes of freedom flashing