Luyện nghe bài hát Pilgrims

Sometimes you so far away,
Distanced all the action of the play,
to grasp significance,
Marking the plot with dismay,
at centre stage,
Scrabbling through diary for a lost page:
of the dream.
Kicking a stone the beach,
Aching for and comfort out of reach,
The way ahead to be so bleak,
There's no-one with any friendship to speak
Or any relation
Between your present and future
to the dream.
Away, away, away: look to the day
For hope, form of peace
Within the storm.
I climb the evening,
Alive and
In time we shall all our goals
And so, finally, home.
For now, all is
Though how I speak it,
me the dream in my eye.
I've been waiting for a long time
to see it at last,
All of the tightly clasped,
All of us pilgrims.

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