Luyện nghe bài hát Dawn In Breaking

(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster)
(Remember looking at the haunted grace bow down to the
remember searching for a familiar face no one there
to mourn?)
Staring at screens
tubes to carry fading dreams
preacher, servant in their
blood on the palace wall
those who dine in hell
wearing grief in their
small change in wishing wells
the haunted tear that fell
someone's dragging a ball and
looking for you in the rain
those who care give silent prayer for lovers going home
If was a brickwall surrounding the New York scene
if were secrets locked in steel
if there was a button you could press on the luck
if was a place for wounds to heal
if you were borne in the barbwire of your mother's
if you were hungry before you
if you say you your bath all clean and white
you know, I you lied
remember the poet who it first
he was of you and your difficult birth
how you can say a for lovers going home
from an empty cup
waiting for the rot to
sounds that can't be heard
and no one
children who don't mind the
yet no wish to die
whatever your own world could've
you'd feel if you could cry
is breaking in the graveyard
People in the street
heards beneath their feet
children playing the dead
silver spoon with red
through a widow's veil
as desecrates the Holy Grail
you sit all alone in front row seat
you look so and frail
mud on the feet of the men you've damned
you're darkness too soon
you should be selling watches and girly photographs
in ruin
you're of old world courtesy
you should have a degree for
you should be a hazard in an apartment tower
with no
did you ever to the poles opposed to you
did you ever stop to
did you ever smile and hide wasted lips
did you ever your mask?
did you ever walk your feet on by
till they take your place in
did you know you belong
wrong is right and right is wrong?
did you really think you'd be left where
is life and life is death?