Luyện nghe bài hát Where Have All The Angels Flown?

by Dean

Sprawling spired skylines, sparkle in the
Sprinkling angel on everything in sight.
In the shadows far below, deep within,
Lies a cardboard shanty shaking in the wind.
Huddled in the darkness, strays the fold
Citizens of nowhere seeking shelter from the

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

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

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

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

Where have all the angels
To their golden throne?
we of merely flesh and blood and bone
Stranded on the of this our fragile home.