Luyện nghe bài hát Chimes of Freedom

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

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

Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild hail
The sky its poems in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church bells blew far the breeze
Leaving 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 the chimes of freedom flashing

In the wild cathedral evening the rain tales
For the faceless 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, an' cheated by pursuit
An' we upon the chimes of freedom flashing

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

Starry-eyed an' laughing as I when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they suspended
As we one last time an' we watched with one last look
Spellbound an' swallowed 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 upon the chimes of freedom flashing