Luyện nghe bài hát Dresden

The breeze is off and gone
The winding factory streets are
Old ladies put the on
And all-night lechers pause and
On grey shop windows,
A hum is in the air
Hotel room, leaves no clues

He rides a out of town
And at the icy rime
The cattle float thistle-downs
And God is on the edge of
behind a siren wails
The freight-train soars the rails
The traveller, hes as nails
As the train sweeps the line

The salmon here to stay
And into each shoulder-bone
The of Cain is on display
As stone above each measured
Old Dresden above the breeze
The traveller, hes on his
Hes watching sledge-wings dip and
So far above the holy
Dresden . . .