Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Guitar

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

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

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

And the right and the 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 shining where you are
Skipping and singing a bar from the music
Just to laugh through the of trees, to soar like a seagull in breeze
To in the rain if you please or to never be found.