Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven

It's after my work 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 my wreckage, cities and mansions so bright
I see my eyes and their faces lit up with a bright shining light.

I walk through the sunshiny factory where and shirts are both clean;
A and sister 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 dancing happy, the trees are 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 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 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 crowds on his horse.

The last 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 gone and forgotten, except in my and book,
My friends all have jobs in heaven and sing as I stand here and look.

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

Every hand works in hand with the other, and not for power nor
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 this vision of I dreamed,
you can take new faith in working with comrades and friends
And when I woke up from my and looked down my raggedy street,
I go back to work with my vision and I drink the bitter and sweet.

I know as you hear such a dream, friend, you will not pass it
I do not expect you to sing it as I do, nor to such a curious song;
I wrote 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 will reap untold.