Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven

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

I walk through the sunshiny factory where dresses and shirts are clean;
A brother and sister are at work as they watch all the wheels;
No smudge clouds of smoke hid my valley, my sight it is for miles;
The mountains are all dancing happy, the trees are 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 in finest of plastics, the atom is laboring as well;
No airships are crashing here by me, no ones in burning hotels.

No fast collide 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 ride into on his horse.

The labor battles are ended, they're shown on the screen and the page;
The workhand is happy at building his world like the on his stage;
Profiteers are 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 touching the richest drum;
I am blowing the of woodwinds and blowing the deepest of horns;
I dance to my music I'm making, and the world joins in my dance;
Science and hope the fevers, not one grain is blowing by chance.

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

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

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