Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Guitar

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

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

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

And the right and the wrong and
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 the music around
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.