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 silent
plastic to carry fading dreams
preacher, servant in their
blood on the palace wall
those who dine alone in
wearing grief in lapel
drop small change in wishing
the haunted that never fell
dragging a ball and chain
looking for you in the rain
while those who care give prayer for lovers going home
If there was a surrounding the New York scene
if there were locked in steel
if there was a button you could press on the luck
if there was a place for wounds to
if you were in the barbwire of your mother's womb
if you hungry before you died
if you say you your bath all clean and white
you know, I know you
the poet who said it first
he was of you and your difficult birth
how you can say a prayer for going home
from an empty cup
waiting for the rot to
sounds that can't be heard
and no one
children who mind the rain
yet have no to die
whatever your own world been
you'd better if you could cry
Dawn is in the graveyard
People massing in the
trampled heards their feet
children playing with the
silver spoon stained red
watching through a widow's
as Caesar the Holy Grail
you sit all in your front row seat
you look so and frail
you're mud on the feet of the men damned
you're come too soon
you be selling two-bit watches and girly photographs
masterpiece in
you're pantomime of old courtesy
you should have a degree for
you should be a hazard agent in an apartment
with no
did you listen to the poles opposed to you
did you ever to ask?
did you ever and hide your wasted lips
did you ever your mask?
did you ever walk with feet on by
till take your place in line?
did you that you belong
wrong is right and right is wrong?
did you think that you'd be left where
power is and life is death?