Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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