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 whirlwind and heaven flies down the skies;
I see rising up from my wreckage, cities and so bright
I see my friends eyes and their faces lit up a bright shining light.

I walk through the sunshiny factory where dresses and shirts are both
A brother and sister are singing at as they watch all the wheels;
No clouds 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 is around 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 cars collide nor 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 crowds on his horse.

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

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

Every hand works in hand with the other, and not for nor greed;
Every hand works to its ability and is paid in its deepest of need;
No cancer, no tuberculosis, no nor asylums are here
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 when I woke up from my sleeping and looked my raggedy street,
I go back to work with my vision and I drink the bitter and sweet.

I know as you hear 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 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.