Luyện nghe bài hát Dissidents

One more young writer away in the night

Over the border he will in light

Hold it - wait a
I can't my writing, my own writing!

Like insects in the palm of history

A domino in a cloud ofmystery
My is an iron fist

In a glove full of

Dip the fuse in the

I too a dissident

Courting we ran in the night
it - verify it
Wings of an torn in flight

all here in writing, down in writing!
At the of the press

And in the of the government
I fell grace

I too became a

Like insects in the palm of history
A effect and an early end to this story

My writing is an iron in a glove full of vaseline
But dip the in the kerosene

I too a dissident.