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 once wild.
Was perceived to be a for me to have and hold.
the sea, in Italy, you'll see me write stories told.
And I dream, dream, away.

If I only knew, if I had a clue, as to how I'd 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.
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, for someone to fire.
The blazed, right through the day, and into the haze of night.
were pools of blood, turning 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 me the question why
That anyone, with or without a gun, should be up and hung to die.
we'd find 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.