Luyện nghe bài hát Jerusalem

Where the mothers of sonsnever their weeping

the fathers of faith in the ground lie sleeping

where the seeds of time have a reaping

oh
is.
Where the
wet with the blood of

hear the of wheels turning hist'ry's pages -
where the cries of fools stilled the words of

oh
is.

'neath an olive tree anyone can listen
to the song of songs as the leaves glisten.
Then a summer rain falls and the raindrops
Jerusalem is.
And the river runs on and the keeps turning

and the water's
tho the sands are

and the mountains know while we still are
Jerusalem is.

Oh
when tomorrow's sons
daughters
never taste of the bread cast the waters

and put down the that performed the slaughters
Where is ?

Where the
wet the blood of ages

hear the echo of wheels hist'ry's pages -
where the cries of fools stilled the words of

oh
is.

And the
oh
the river runs and the keeps turning
and the water's
tho the are burning

and the mountains know while we still are
what is.
And the
oh
the river and the world keeps turning.