Luyện nghe bài hát Corey Cyr's Sicilian Dream

I dreamt of Sicily. It to me like the symphony of a child.
It was unknown if I was to home where the Romans once went wild.
Was to be a democracy for me to have and hold.
Across the sea, in Italy, see me write stories told.
And I dream, dream, away.

If I only knew, if I had a clue, as to how I'd gotten
But I had no care, found anywhere, no or no fear.
For in the land of new, come to you, the view 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 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 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 strung up and to die.
Wish we'd find the we resigned our finds for those of lesser needs.
Stead of living in dread, the dead, due to the thicker greeds.
And I dream, dream, away.