Luyện nghe bài hát Corey Cyr's Sicilian Dream

I dreamt of Sicily. It came to me like the of a child.
It was unknown if I was close to home where the Romans went wild.
Was perceived to be a democracy for me to and hold.
the sea, in Italy, you'll see me write stories told.
And I dream, dream, away.

If I knew, if I had a clue, as to how I'd gotten here
But I had no care, found anywhere, no or no fear.
For in the land of new, come to you, from the of the sea.
That grace took hold of my face; this place was the place for me.
And I dream, dream,

Out in the blue, a ship or two, coming through the wire.
We had to run, and get our guns, waited for to fire.
The blazed, right through the day, and into the haze of night.
There were pools of blood, dirt to mud, one should've known this just ain't right.
And I dream, dream, away.

Fell to my knees, asked the men of peace, to beseech me the why
That anyone, with or without a gun, be strung up and hung to die.
Wish we'd the time we resigned our finds for those of lesser needs.
Stead of in dread, amongst the dead, due to the thicker greeds.
And I dream, dream, away.