Luyện nghe bài hát Chimes of Freedom

Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken
We ducked inside the doorway, crashing
As majestic of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to
Flashing for the refugees on the road of flight
An' for an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night
An' we gazed the chimes of freedom flashing

Through the city's furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces as the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the rain
Dissolved into the 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

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

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

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

Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were
Trapped by no track of for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last an' we watched with one last look
an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
Tolling for the whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out an' worse
An' for every hung-up in the whole wide universe
An' we gazed upon the chimes of flashing