Luyện nghe bài hát Gates to the Garden

Past the windows of the angel
Down Athenaeum Lane to the
Through the I wandered
Sat for a spell and I pondered
My back to the gates, my back to the
My back to the gates of the

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

you meet me at the gates?
Won't you meet me at the
you meet me at the gates to the garden?

Beneath the shadow of the tower
The bell from St. informs me of the hour
I turn to find you waiting for me
In sunlight and I see the way you breathe
All alive and the leaning, and the leaning
All alive and the leaning, on the gates to the garden

Leave these places to the angels
Let the saints to the keeping of their cathedral
And leave the dead beneath the ground so
For God is in hand that I hold
As we open up the gates, as we up the gates
We up the gates to the garden

you meet me at the gates?
Won't you meet me at the
you meet me at the gates to the garden?