Luyện nghe bài hát Dawn In Breaking

(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster)
(Remember looking at the haunted bow down to the storm?
remember searching for a familiar with no one there
to mourn?)
Staring at screens
plastic to carry fading dreams
preacher, servant in hall
warm on the palace wall
those who alone in hell
wearing grief in their
drop small change in wells
the haunted tear that never
someone's a ball and chain
looking for you in the pouring
while those who give silent prayer for lovers going home
If was a brickwall surrounding the New York scene
if there secrets locked in steel
if there was a button you could press on the machine
if there was a place for wounds to
if you were borne in the barbwire of your womb
if you were hungry you died
if you say you your bath all clean and white
you know, I you lied
remember the who said it first
he was speaking of you and difficult birth
how you can say a prayer for lovers going
from an empty cup
waiting for the rot to
distant sounds that be heard
and no one
children who mind the rain
yet have no to die
whatever your own could've been
you'd feel if you could cry
Dawn is in the graveyard
People in the street
heards beneath their feet
children playing with the
spoon stained with red
watching through a widow's
as Caesar desecrates the Grail
you sit all in your front row seat
you look so small and
you're mud on the feet of the men you've
you're darkness too soon
you be selling two-bit watches and girly photographs
in ruin
you're pantomime of old world
you should have a degree for
you should be a agent in an apartment tower
no technology
did you listen to the poles opposed to you
did you ever to ask?
did you smile and hide your wasted lips
did you lift your mask?
did you ever with your feet on by
till take your place in line?
did you know you belong
where wrong is and right is wrong?
did you really that you'd be left where
is life and life is death?