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 and lean
On grey windows, everywhere
A hum is in the air
Hotel room, drifter leaves no

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

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