Luyện nghe bài hát Where Have All The Angels Flown?

by Dean

Sprawling spired skylines, in the night
Sprinkling dust on everything in sight.
In the far below, nestled deep within,
Lies a cardboard shanty shaking in the wind.
Huddled in the darkness, strays the fold
Citizens of seeking shelter from the cold

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

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

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

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

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