Luyện nghe bài hát Where Have All The Angels Flown?

by Friedman

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

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

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

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

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

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