Luyện nghe bài hát The Vision of Peregrine Worsthorne

In Fleet Street I lay to sleep,
In the seediest bar.
And in my a vision I dreamed
From

In celestial mists of light,
An angel that blinds eye.
vision I knew knew no wrong:
Right.

He took my hand and me
Things I'd dreamed.
The veil me was lifted,
And shone, a beacon beaming.

The vision softly to me,
"The are becoming too free.
And if you to serve the tea,
me.

"Peregrine, looking grim.
The economy is to pieces.
It quite hopeless.

"Stand by the friendly
In exchange with
calls for order and law.
Yet all shall be well, all be well."

The Holy Ghost bid me
"For wisdom that's out of old
win if it was spread among men
again."

The vision me then.
And I awoke and distant.
I my mission.