Luyện nghe bài hát Chimes of Freedom

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

Through the city's furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden as the were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells the blowin' rain
into the bells of the lightning
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 its poems in naked wonder
That the clinging of the bells blew far into the breeze
only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking for the
Striking for the and protectors of the mind
An' the poet and the far behind his rightful time
An' we gazed upon the of freedom flashing

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

Even though a white curtain in a far-off 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 lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a
An' for each unharmful, gentle soul inside a jail
An' we gazed the chimes of freedom flashing

Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were
by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last an' we watched with one last look
Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the ended
Tolling for the aching whose 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 chimes of freedom