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 once 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, anywhere, no care or no fear.
For in the land of new, come to you, from the of the sea.
amazing 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, were coming the wire.
We had to run, and get our guns, for someone to fire.
The battle blazed, right through the day, and the haze of night.
There were pools of blood, turning dirt to mud, one should've known this ain't right.
And I dream, dream, away.

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