Luyện nghe bài hát Dresden

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

He rides a out of town
And at the icy rime
The cattle like thistle-downs
And God is on the of time
Somewhere behind a siren
The soars above the rails
The traveller, hes hard as
As the train sweeps down the

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