Luyện nghe bài hát Dresden

The breeze is off and gone
The winding factory are clean
Old ladies put the on
And all-night pause and lean
On grey windows, everywhere
A hum is in the air
room, drifter leaves no clues

He rides a out of town
And whistles at the icy
The cattle float like
And God is on the edge of
Somewhere behind a wails
The freight-train soars above the
The traveller, hes hard as
As the train sweeps the line

The Seasons here to stay
And etched into shoulder-bone
The mark of is on display
As stone above each measured
Old Dresden above the breeze
The traveller, hes on his
Hes watching dip and play
So far above the throne
blues . . .