Luyện nghe bài hát Gates To The Garden

Past the windows of
The
Athenaeum Lane to the cathedral
Through the I wandered
Sat for a there and I pondered
My to the gates of the garden
My back to the of the garden
My to the gates of the garden

Fugitive fathers, sickly infants, decent
Runaways and suicidal
boxes of ordinary bones
Of aborted and sudden shattered hopes
In unlucky rows, up to the gates of the
In unhappy rows, up to the gates of the
In unlucky rows, up to the of the garden

you meet me at the gates
Won't you meet me at the
Won't you meet me at the
To the

the creeping shadow of the tower
The bell St. Edmunds informs me of the hour
I turn to you waiting there for me
In sunlight and I see the way you breathe
Alive and on the gates of the garden
Alive and leaning on the gates of the
and leaning on the gates of the garden

Leave these places to the angels
Let the saints attend to their of the cathedrals
And leave the dead beneath the ground so
For God is in this hand I hold
As we open up the of the garden

Won't you meet me at the
Won't you me at the gates
Won't you meet me at the
To the