Luyện nghe bài hát Jerusalem

Where the of sonsnever cease their weeping

where the fathers of in the ground lie sleeping

where the of time have a whirlwind reaping

oh
is.
Where the
wet with the blood of

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

oh
is.

'neath an olive tree branch can listen
to the song of songs as the leaves glisten.
Then a summer rain falls and the christen
what is.
And the river on and the world keeps turning

and the water's
tho the sands are

and the mountains know while we still are
what is.

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

and put down the sword that the slaughters
Where is ?

the cobblestones
wet the blood of ages

hear the echo of wheels hist'ry's pages -
where the cries of 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 and the world keeps turning.