Luyện nghe bài hát Corey Cyr's Sicilian Dream

I of Sicily. It came to me like the symphony of a child.
It was unknown if I was close to where the Romans once went 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, found anywhere, no or no fear.
For in the of new, come to you, from the view of the sea.
That amazing grace hold of my face; this place was the place for me.
And I dream, dream,

Out in the blue, a or two, were coming through the wire.
We had to run, and get our guns, for someone to fire.
The battle blazed, 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, 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.