Luyện nghe bài hát Dresden

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

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

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