Luyện nghe bài hát For A Spanish Guitar

The bells of the sea
Who are ringing the of the deep
As they sing of the ages
Not so or so far

And the old wind of the waves
Sped forth for the men and slaves
Whispers of secrets it
And whom they are

And the workings of and rain
And the visions they paint that
Pulsate from my through my brain
In a guitar

The beggar whom in the street
On his throne of defeat
no wealth there to meet
Thinking is far

And the of children employed
By the not yet destroyed
By the dogmas of those avoid
not what they are

And the and the wrong and insane
And the answers cannot explain
Pulsate from my soul through my
In a spanish

To on a spanish guitar
With the sun down where you are
and singing a bar
From the around

Just to through the columns of trees
To soar like a in breeze
To in the rain if you please
Or to never be