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
to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to
for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
An' for an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom

Through the melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden as the walls tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin'
into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the
Tolling for the luckless, the 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 poems in wonder
That the clinging of the church bells far into the breeze
only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, for the kind
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 the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no
Tolling for the tongues no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted
for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute
For the mistreated, mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, an' cheated by pursuit
An' we gazed upon the chimes of flashing

Even though a cloud's white curtain in a corner flared
An' the splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the
to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, trail
For the lovers with too personal a tale
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 hanged
As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last
Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling
Tolling for the whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse
An' for hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom