Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven

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

I walk through the sunshiny factory dresses and shirts are both clean;
A and sister are singing at work 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 faces about me, the children are healthy and gay;
Not one homeless soul is around me, not lost, nor cripple, nor
The street in finest of plastics, the atom is laboring as well;
No are crashing here by me, no dead ones in burning hotels.

No fast cars collide nor turn over, no death curve along my new
No cheaters, no gamblers, no robbers, no graveyard, no prisons, no
No gasbombs, no knucks, no billies, no battles '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 building his world like the play on his
Profiteers are and forgotten, except in my history and book,
My friends all have jobs here in heaven and sing as I here and look.

I am sawing the made fiddle, I am touching the richest skin 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;
and hope cures the fevers, not one grain is blowing by chance.

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

If you can only see with me this vision of I dreamed,
Then you can take new faith in working 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 such a dream, friend, you will not pass it along;
I do not expect you to sing it as I do, nor to sing such a song;
I wrote down this song for my own self, and it now to my own soul,
But if you'll sing songs of your dreamings, then you will treasures untold.