Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven

It's after my work tired and weary, I lay to rest my eyes,
I see this world change in a and heaven flies down from the skies;
I see rising up from my wreckage, cities and so bright
I see my eyes and their faces lit up with a bright shining light.

I walk through the factory where dresses and shirts are both clean;
A brother and sister are singing at work as they all the wheels;
No clouds of smoke hid my valley, my sight it is clear for miles;
The mountains are all dancing happy, the trees are me smiles.

There are no sickly about me, the children are healthy and gay;
Not one soul is around me, not lost, nor cripple, nor lame;
The street laid in of plastics, the atom is laboring as well;
No airships are here by me, no dead ones in burning hotels.

No fast cars collide nor turn over, no curve along my new road;
No cheaters, no gamblers, no robbers, no graveyard, no prisons, no
No gasbombs, no brass knucks, no billies, no battles 'tween worker and
No patrolman, no officer, policeman, to ride crowds on his horse.

The labor battles are ended, they're shown on the screen and the page;
The workhand is happy at building his like the play on his stage;
Profiteers are gone and forgotten, in my history and book,
My friends all have jobs here in heaven and sing as I here and look.

I am the finest made fiddle, I am touching the richest skin drum;
I am blowing the sweetest of woodwinds and blowing the deepest of
I dance to my music I'm making, and the world in with my dance;
Science and hope cures the fevers, not one grain is by chance.

Every hand works in with the other, and not for power nor greed;
Every hand to its fullest ability and is paid in its deepest of need;
No cancer, no tuberculosis, no paralysis nor are here
No bowery, nor row of homeless, no eye that is blinded by tears.

If you can only see with me this vision of I dreamed,
you can take new faith in working with comrades and friends
And when I woke up from my sleeping and looked my raggedy street,
I go back to with my vision and I drink down the bitter and sweet.

I know as you hear such a dream, friend, you not pass it along;
I do not expect you to it as I do, nor to sing such a curious song;
I wrote down this for my own self, and sing it now to my own soul,
But if you'll sing songs of your dreamings, then you will treasures untold.