Luyện nghe bài hát Jerusalem

Where the mothers of cease their weeping

where the fathers of faith in the ground lie

where the seeds of time have a reaping

oh
is.
Where the
wet with the of ages

hear the echo of wheels turning pages -
where the cries of stilled the words of sages

oh
is.

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

and the cold
tho the are burning

and the mountains know while we still are
what is.

Oh
when will tomorrow's
daughters
never taste of the bread cast upon the

and put down the sword performed the slaughters
Jerusalem is ?

Where the
wet with the blood of

hear the echo of wheels turning pages -
the cries of fools stilled the words of sages

oh
is.

And the
oh
the river runs and the world keeps
and the cold
tho the are burning

and the mountains while we still are learning
what is.
And the
oh
the river runs and the keeps turning.