Luyện nghe bài hát Dawn In Breaking

(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster)
(Remember looking at the haunted bow down to the storm?
remember searching for a face with no one there
to mourn?)
Staring at silent
tubes to carry fading dreams
preacher, in their hall
warm blood on the palace
those who dine in hell
grief in their lapel
drop change in wishing wells
the tear that never fell
someone's a ball and chain
for you in the pouring rain
while those who care give silent prayer for going home
If there was a surrounding the New York scene
if were secrets locked in steel
if there was a you could press on the luck machine
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
remember the poet who it first
he was of you and your difficult birth
how you can say a for lovers going home
Drinking an empty cup
for the rot to grow
distant sounds that be heard
and no one
children who don't the rain
yet have no to die
whatever your own world been
you'd feel better if you cry
Dawn is breaking in the
People massing in the
trampled heards beneath their
playing with the dead
silver stained with red
watching through a widow's
as desecrates the Holy Grail
you sit all alone in your row seat
you so small and frail
you're mud on the feet of the men you've
you're darkness come too
you be selling two-bit watches and girly photographs
in ruin
you're pantomime of old courtesy
you should have a degree for
you be a hazard agent in an apartment tower
no technology
did you ever to the poles opposed to you
did you stop to ask?
did you ever smile and hide wasted lips
did you ever your mask?
did you ever with your feet on by
till take your place in line?
did you know that you
where wrong is right and is wrong?
did you really think that you'd be left
power is life and life is