Luyện nghe bài hát Dawn In Breaking

(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster)
(Remember looking at the haunted grace bow down to the
remember searching for a familiar face with no one
to mourn?)
at silent screens
plastic tubes to carry fading
preacher, servant in hall
warm blood on the wall
those who alone in hell
grief in their lapel
drop small in wishing wells
the haunted that never fell
someone's a ball 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 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 borne in the barbwire of your mother's
if you were hungry before you
if you say you left your bath all clean and
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 lovers going
Drinking an empty cup
waiting for the rot to
distant sounds can't be heard
and no one
children who mind the rain
yet no wish to die
your own world could've been
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 stained with red
watching a widow's veil
as Caesar desecrates the 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 darkness come too
you should be selling watches and girly photographs
in ruin
you're pantomime of old world
you should have a degree for
you should be a hazard in an apartment tower
with no
did you listen to the poles opposed to you
did you ever stop to
did you smile and hide your wasted lips
did you ever lift mask?
did you ever walk your feet on by
till they take your place in
did you that you belong
where wrong is and right is wrong?
did you really think that you'd be where
is life and life is death?