Luyện nghe bài hát Corey Cyr's Sicilian Dream

I dreamt of Sicily. It came to me like the of a child.
It was if I was close to home where the Romans once went wild.
Was perceived to be a democracy for me to and hold.
Across the sea, in Italy, you'll see me write 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 of new, come to you, from the view 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 or two, were coming through the wire.
We had to run, and get our guns, for someone to fire.
The battle blazed, right through the day, and into the of night.
There 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
anyone, with or without a gun, should be strung up and hung to die.
Wish we'd the time we resigned our finds for those of lesser needs.
of living in dread, amongst the dead, due to the thicker greeds.
And I dream, dream, away.