Luyện nghe bài hát Ringing Of Revolution

Phil
In a of gold, with riches untold,
lived the families on which the was founded.
And the merchants of style, with their velvet smiles,
were there, for they also hounded.
And the middle class crowded in to the last,
for the building was surrounded.
And the noise outside was the of revolution.
Sadly they stared and sank in chairs
and for a comforting notion.
And the rich silver walls ready to fall
As they shook in devotion.
The ice cubes would as they freshened their drinks,
wet their in bitter emotion.
And they talked the ringing of revolution.
We were aware of the hardships they beared,
for our time was taken treasure.
Oh, was a game, and work was a shame,
And was prevented by pleasure.
The world, cold and grey, was so far
In the distance money could measure.
But their thoughts were broken by the of revolution.
And the clouds the room in darkening doom
as the crooked smoke rings rising.
How long it take, how can we escape
asks, but no one's advising.
And the quivering responds to the roar,
In a shake no surprising.
As closer and comes the ringing of revolution.
So softly they moan, please leave us
As back and forth are pacing.
And they cover their and try not to hear
With pillows of they're embracing.
Tthe crowd is laughing out loud,
peeking in at the target chasing.
Now inside the ringing of revolution.
compromise sway we gave in half way
When we saw rebellion was growing.
Now everything's lost as they kneel by the
Where the blood of christ is flowing.
To late for their they've reached their tomorrow
and reaped the they were sowing.
Now harvested by the of revolution.
In tattered they faced the new heroes
and crawled in confusion.
And they sheepishly grinned for memories were dim
of the decades of execution.
Hollow hands raised; they stood there
in the of their illusions.
As the windows were smashed by the of revolution.
Down on our knees we're you please,
sorry for the way you were driven.
There's no to taunt just take what you want,
and make amends, if we're living.
But away from the grounds the flames told the
that the dead are forgiven.
As vanished inside the ringing of revolution.