Luyện nghe bài hát Pilgrims

Sometimes you so far away,
from all the action of the play,
Unable to significance,
Marking the plot diffident dismay,
Stranded at stage,
Scrabbling through your diary for a 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 left to
Or show any
Between present and future situations:
to the dream.
Away, away, away: look to the day
For hope, some form of
the growing storm.
I climb the evening,
Alive and
In we shall all know our goals
And so, finally, home.
For now, all is
Though how could I it,
me the dream 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 down the coast,
Merely to journey - hope is the most;
to know 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 has almost run
And the deep: I rise from lifelong sleep.
It seems such a time
dreamed but now, awake, I
Can see we are and so
Must this road,
in our purpose,
Alone, but not worthless,
And ever calling us on.
Oh, been waiting here for so long,
All of our hands in hope,
Holding the on the rope,
All of us pilgrims.