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 democracy for me to and hold.
Across the sea, in Italy, you'll see me write 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 amazing grace took hold of my face; this 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 the day, and into 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
anyone, with or without a gun, should be strung up and hung to die.
Wish we'd find the time we resigned our finds for those of needs.
of living in dread, amongst the dead, due to the thicker greeds.
And I dream, dream, away.