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 far below, nestled deep within,
Lies a cardboard shanty town in the wind.
in the darkness, strays outside the fold
Citizens of seeking shelter from the cold

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

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

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

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

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.