Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven

It's my work tired and weary, I lay down to rest my eyes,
I see world change 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 a bright shining light.

I through the sunshiny factory where dresses and shirts are both clean;
A brother and sister are singing at work as they watch all the
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.

are no sickly faces about me, the children are healthy and gay;
Not one homeless soul is around me, not lost, nor cripple, nor
The street laid in finest of plastics, the is laboring as well;
No airships are crashing here by me, no dead 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 worker and boss;
No patrolman, no officer, policeman, to ride 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 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 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 dance to my music I'm making, and the joins in with my dance;
Science and cures the fevers, not one grain is blowing by chance.

hand works in hand 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 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 and friends
And when I woke up 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 hear such a dream, friend, you will not pass it
I do not you to sing 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, you will reap treasures untold.