Luyện nghe bài hát Dresden

The morning breeze is off and
The winding streets are clean
Old put the kettle on
And all-night pause and lean
On shop windows, everywhere
A hum is in the air
room, drifter leaves no clues

He a freight-train 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 the line

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