Luyện nghe bài hát Pilgrims

Sometimes you so far away,
from all the action of the play,
Unable to significance,
Marking the plot with dismay,
Stranded at stage,
through your diary for a lost page:
of the dream.
Kicking a across the beach,
Aching for love and out of reach,
The way ahead to be so bleak,
no-one with any friendship left to speak
Or any relation
your present and future situations:
to the dream.
Away, away, away: look to the day
For hope, some form of
Within the storm.
I through the evening,
and believing:
In time we shall all know our
And so, finally, home.
For now, all is
Though how I speak it,
Allow me the in my eye.
I've been waiting for such a time
to see it at last,
All of the tightly clasped,
All of us pilgrims.

Walking in silence the coast,
Merely to journey - here hope is the
to know there is an end,
All of us - lovers, brothers, sisters,
in hand.
Shining on the wet sand
to the dream.
The has come, the tide has almost run
And drained the deep: I from lifelong sleep.
It seems such a long
I've but now, awake, I
Can see we are and so
Must this road,
in our purpose,
Alone, but not worthless,
And home calling us on.
Oh, we've been waiting for so long,
All of our hands in hope,
Holding the on the rope,
All of us pilgrims.