Luyện nghe bài hát Where Have All The Angels Flown?

by Dean

spired skylines, sparkle in the night
Sprinkling angel dust on in sight.
In the far below, nestled deep within,
Lies a shanty town shaking in the wind.
Huddled in the darkness, outside the fold
Citizens of nowhere seeking shelter from the

Where have all the flown?
To their father's throne?
Leaving we of merely and blood and bone
on the surface of this our fragile home.

Kings in crystal castles, on fortune's fare
While surly subjects seem to vanish in air
Red ripe rise on falsely fertile fields.
While we all watch in wonder at the weapons wield.
Friends all but memories grow dim
Prayers no more than whispers; sing a hymm

Where have all the flown?
To father's golden throne?
we of merely flesh and blood and bone
Stranded on the surface of our fragile home.

Somewhere in some city sprawled on some floor.
fingers spinning silken patterns for
Princes and Princesses, debutantes and
Under some that what they have is theirs
Whiled tethered to their stations lesser do yearn
to buy their freedom with the pennies that they earn.

Where have all the angels
To their father's golden
we of merely flesh and blood and bone
Stranded on the surface of this our home.