Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Guitar

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

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

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

And the and the wrong and insane
And the answers they explain
Pulsate from my soul through my brain in a guitar.

To play on a spanish 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 soar like a in breeze
To in the rain if you please or to never be found.