Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven

It's after my 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 with a shining light.

I walk through the sunshiny factory dresses and shirts are both clean;
A brother and are singing at work as they watch all the wheels;
No smudge clouds of smoke hid my valley, my sight it is for miles;
The are all dancing happy, the trees are waving me smiles.

There are no sickly faces about me, the 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 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 battles 'tween worker and
No patrolman, no officer, policeman, to ride into 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 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 the richest skin drum;
I am blowing the of woodwinds and blowing the deepest of horns;
I dance to my I'm making, and the world joins in with my dance;
Science and hope cures the fevers, not one is blowing by chance.

Every works in hand with the other, and not for power nor greed;
Every hand works to its fullest ability and is paid in its 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 this of heaven I dreamed,
Then you can take new faith in working with and friends
And I woke up from my sleeping and looked down my raggedy street,
I go back to with my vision and I drink down the bitter and sweet.

I as you hear 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 curious
I wrote this song for my own self, and sing it now to my own soul,
But if sing songs of your dreamings, then you will reap treasures untold.