Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven

It's after my work tired and weary, I lay 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, cities and so bright
I see my friends eyes and their faces lit up a bright shining light.

I walk through the sunshiny factory where dresses and shirts are both
A brother and sister are singing at work as watch all the wheels;
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 me, not lost, nor cripple, nor lame;
The street laid in finest of plastics, the atom is laboring as
No airships are crashing by me, no dead ones in burning hotels.

No cars 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 battles 'tween and boss;
No patrolman, no officer, policeman, to into crowds on his horse.

The last labor battles are ended, they're shown on the screen and the
The workhand is at building his world like the play on his stage;
are gone and forgotten, except in my history and book,
My all have jobs here in heaven and sing as I stand here and look.

I am sawing the finest made fiddle, I am 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 world in with my dance;
Science and hope cures the fevers, not one is blowing by chance.

Every hand works in hand the other, and not for power nor greed;
Every hand works to its fullest ability and is paid in its deepest of
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 only see with me vision of heaven I dreamed,
you can take new faith in working with comrades and friends
And when I woke up from my sleeping and down 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 such a curious 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 reap untold.