Luyện nghe bài hát Dresden

The morning is off and gone
The winding streets are clean
Old ladies put the on
And lechers pause and lean
On shop 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 float like thistle-downs
And God is on the edge of
Somewhere behind a wails
The freight-train above the rails
The traveller, hes as nails
As the train sweeps down the

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