Luyện nghe bài hát Dawn In Breaking

(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster)
(Remember at the haunted grace bow down to the storm?
searching for a familiar face with no one there
to mourn?)
Staring at screens
plastic to carry fading dreams
preacher, in their hall
warm blood on the wall
those who dine in hell
wearing grief in their
drop small change in wishing
the tear that never fell
someone's dragging a ball and
looking for you in the rain
while those who care silent prayer for lovers going home
If there was a brickwall the New York scene
if there were secrets in steel
if there was a button you could press on the luck
if there was a place for to heal
if you were borne in the barbwire of your mother's
if you were before you died
if you say you your bath all clean and white
you know, I you lied
remember the poet who said it
he was speaking of you and difficult birth
how you can say a prayer for lovers home
Drinking from an cup
waiting for the rot to
distant sounds that can't be
and no one
children who don't mind the
yet have no to die
whatever your own world could've
you'd feel better if you cry
Dawn is in the graveyard
People in the street
trampled heards their feet
playing with the dead
silver spoon stained red
through a widow's veil
as Caesar desecrates the Grail
you sit all alone in your row seat
you so small and frail
you're mud on the of the men you've damned
you're come too soon
you be selling two-bit watches and girly photographs
in ruin
you're pantomime of old world
you should a degree for how-o-lotry
you should be a hazard agent in an apartment
no technology
did you ever listen to the opposed to you
did you ever to ask?
did you smile and hide your wasted lips
did you ever lift mask?
did you ever with your feet on by
till they take your in line?
did you know that you
wrong is right and right is wrong?
did you think that you'd be left where
is life and life is death?