Luyện nghe bài hát London

Artist: Dream
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LONDON (poem of Blake [1757-1827])
I wander thro' each charter'd
Near where the Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I
of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of Man,
In Infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I
How the cry
Every Church appalls,
And the Soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down walls;
But most thro' midnight I hear
How the youthful curse
Blasts the new Infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the hearse.
(Excerpt "AMERICA")
Rise and out; his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are

And let his wife and return from the opressor's
scourge.
They look at every step and believe it is a dream,
Singing: "The Sun has left his blackness, and has found a
morning,
And the fair rejoices in the clear and cloudless night;
For Empire is no more, and now the Lion and Wolf
cease."
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