Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven

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

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

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

No fast cars nor turn over, no death 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 and boss;
No patrolman, no officer, policeman, to into crowds on his horse.

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

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

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

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

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