Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Guitar

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

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

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

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

To play on a guitar with the sun shining down where you are
Skipping and a bar from the music around
Just to laugh through the columns of trees, to like a seagull in breeze
To stand in the rain if you or to never be found.