Luyện nghe bài hát Dawn In Breaking

(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster)
(Remember looking at the haunted grace bow to the storm?
remember for a familiar face with no one there
to mourn?)
Staring at screens
tubes to carry fading dreams
preacher, servant in hall
warm on the palace wall
who dine alone in hell
wearing grief in lapel
drop small change in wells
the haunted that never fell
someone's dragging a and chain
for you in the pouring rain
while those who care silent prayer for lovers going home
If was a brickwall surrounding the New York scene
if there were secrets locked in
if there was a button you press on the luck machine
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 know you
remember the poet who it first
he was speaking of you and your difficult
how you can say a prayer for going home
from an empty cup
waiting for the rot to
distant sounds that be heard
and no one
children who don't mind the
yet no wish to die
your own world could've been
you'd feel better if you cry
Dawn is in the graveyard
massing in the street
trampled heards their feet
children playing with the
spoon stained with red
watching through a widow's
as Caesar desecrates the Holy
you sit all alone in front row seat
you look so and frail
you're mud on the feet of the men you've
darkness come too soon
you should be selling watches and girly photographs
in ruin
you're pantomime of old world
you have a degree for how-o-lotry
you should be a hazard agent in an tower
with no
did you ever listen to the poles to you
did you stop to ask?
did you ever smile and hide wasted lips
did you ever lift mask?
did you walk with your feet on by
till they take your place in
did you know you belong
where is right and right is wrong?
did you really think that you'd be where
power is and life is death?