Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven

It's my work tired and weary, I lay down to rest my eyes,
I see this world change in a whirlwind and heaven down from the skies;
I see rising up from my wreckage, cities and mansions so
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 both
A brother and sister are singing at as they watch all the wheels;
No smudge clouds of smoke hid my valley, my sight it is clear for
The mountains are all dancing happy, the are waving me smiles.

are no sickly faces about 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 atom is laboring as
No airships are crashing here by me, no dead ones in 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 'tween worker 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 his world like the play on his stage;
Profiteers are gone and forgotten, except in my and book,
My friends all jobs here in heaven and sing as I stand here and look.

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

Every hand works in with the other, and not for power 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 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 from my sleeping and looked my raggedy street,
I go to work with my vision and I drink down the bitter and sweet.

I know as you hear such a dream, friend, you will not it along;
I do not expect you to sing it as I do, nor to sing such a 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 reap treasures untold.