Luyện nghe bài hát Dawn In Breaking

(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster)
(Remember looking at the haunted grace bow to the storm?
remember searching for a familiar face with no one
to mourn?)
at silent screens
plastic to carry fading dreams
preacher, servant in their
warm on the palace wall
those who alone in hell
wearing grief in their
small change in wishing wells
the haunted tear that never
dragging a ball and chain
looking for you in the pouring
while those who care give silent prayer for going home
If there was a brickwall the New York scene
if there were secrets locked in
if there was a button you could press on the machine
if was a place for wounds to heal
if you borne in the barbwire of your mother's womb
if you were hungry before you
if you say you left your bath all and white
you know, I know you
the poet who said it first
he was speaking of you and your birth
how you can say a prayer for lovers going
Drinking from an cup
waiting for the rot to
sounds that can't be heard
and no one
who don't mind the rain
yet no wish to die
your own world could've been
you'd feel better if you cry
Dawn is breaking in the
People in the street
trampled beneath their feet
children with the dead
spoon stained with red
watching through a veil
as Caesar desecrates the Holy
you sit all in your front row seat
you so small and frail
mud on the feet of the men you've damned
you're darkness too soon
you should be selling two-bit watches and girly
in ruin
you're of old world courtesy
you should a degree for how-o-lotry
you should be a agent in an apartment tower
no technology
did you ever listen to the opposed to you
did you ever stop to
did you ever smile and hide your lips
did you lift your mask?
did you ever with your feet on by
till they your place in line?
did you know that you
wrong is right and right is wrong?
did you really that you'd be left where
is life and life is death?