Luyện nghe bài hát Where Have All The Angels Flown?

by Dean

Sprawling spired skylines, sparkle in the
Sprinkling angel dust on in sight.
In the far below, nestled deep within,
Lies a cardboard town shaking in the wind.
in the darkness, strays outside the fold
Citizens of seeking shelter from the cold

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

Kings in crystal castles, feast on fortune's
While surly subjects seem to in thin air
Red ripe rivers rise on falsely fields.
While we all watch in at the weapons wisemen wield.
all but forgotten; memories grow dim
Prayers no than whispers; sing a silent hymm

have all the angels flown?
To their father's golden
Leaving we of merely flesh and blood and
on the surface of this our fragile home.

Somewhere in some sprawled on some factory floor.
Tiny fingers silken patterns for
Princes and Princesses, debutantes and
Under some illusion that what have is theirs
Whiled to their stations lesser souls do yearn
Perchance to buy their freedom the pennies that they earn.

have all the angels flown?
To father's golden throne?
Leaving we of merely flesh and and bone
on the surface of this our fragile home.