Luyện nghe bài hát Dawn In Breaking

(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster)
(Remember at the haunted grace bow down to the storm?
remember searching for a familiar face with no one
to mourn?)
Staring at silent
tubes to carry fading dreams
preacher, servant in their
blood on the palace wall
those who dine alone in
wearing in their lapel
drop small change in wishing
the haunted tear that fell
someone's dragging a and chain
looking for you in the rain
while those who care give silent prayer for going home
If there was a brickwall surrounding the New scene
if there were secrets locked in
if there was a button you could press on the machine
if there was a for wounds to heal
if you were borne in the barbwire of your mother's
if you were hungry you died
if you say you left your all clean and white
you know, I you lied
remember the poet who said it
he was speaking of you and your birth
how you can say a prayer for lovers home
Drinking from an cup
waiting for the rot to
distant sounds that be heard
and no one
who don't mind the rain
yet no wish to die
whatever own world could've been
you'd better if you could cry
Dawn is breaking in the
People massing in the
trampled heards beneath feet
playing with the dead
silver spoon stained red
watching through a widow's
as Caesar desecrates the Holy
you sit all alone in your row seat
you so small and frail
mud on the feet of the men you've damned
you're come too soon
you should be selling watches and girly photographs
masterpiece in
you're of old world courtesy
you have a degree for how-o-lotry
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 ever lift your
did you ever walk with your on by
till take your place in line?
did you know you belong
where is right and right is wrong?
did you really that you'd be left where
power is and life is death?