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,
at centre 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 seems to be so bleak,
There's no-one 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 climb the evening,
Alive and
In we shall all know our goals
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 long
to see it at last,
All of the tightly clasped,
All of us pilgrims.

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