Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Guitar

The dissonant bells of the sea who are the rhymes of the deep
As sing of the ages asleep, not so near or so far
And the old masters wind of the sped forth for the free men and slaves
Whispers of it saves and about whom they are.

And the workings of sunshine and
And the visions paint that remain
Pulsate from my soul through my in a spanish guitar.

The beggar whom sits in the street on his miserable throne of
Envisions no wealth there to meet, thinking is far
And the of children employed by the fantasies not yet destroyed
By the dogmas of those they avoid knowing not they are.

And the and the wrong and insane
And the they cannot explain
Pulsate from my through my brain in a spanish guitar.

To play on a spanish guitar with the sun down where you are
Skipping and singing a bar from the music
to laugh through the columns of trees, to soar like a seagull in breeze
To stand in the rain if you please or to be found.