Luyện nghe bài hát Wishing Window

(Written By Cohen, In "Night Magic")

(Angels) Come, to the window, do you know
Us know? Have we changed? Have you us here
Before? Do you long ago
You summoned us across the frontier
Of sleep, and bid us appear.
You called, we came, we waited night,
Like in solution coming clear,
Until dream was sharp enough and bright
To waken you stabs of appetite.

(Michael) Is this the moment in my when
The messengers of destiny
The usual specimen,
Some little hero starving there,
And feed him with the fruits of
Is this my miracle of bread and
the mystery of answered prayer?
Is this my laid with golden dishes?

(Angels) Let us not say prayer, just say wishes.
stand there dreaming, let us in,
It wasn't all that easy here. We had
To metamorphosize at least a
Thousand times through all the realms of
Sense, just to get us the astral, to
The mental, to the and the dense.
And that's not counting countless we spent
Manifesting as
of chaos in the undifferentiated
Anti-universe
We even had a to be unborn
As particals in streams of light --
Now hurry up, we got all night!

(Michael) am I supposed to do?

(Angels) Ask for something.

(Michael) I think.

(Angels) on darling.

(Michael) me!

(Angels) You can ask for peace on earth. a few
That do. Or you can ask for of mind.
It's rare but we've had one or two.
Or ask human suffering unwind
And justify by what's behind.
Too -- somewhat off the beaten track.
We'd to have this contract sealed and signed.
Then we must get back -- ask for you lack
And we will leave you, insomniac.

(Michael) Well I have someone to love?

(Angels) You can

(Michael) Can I her away?

(Angels) We have it down.

(Michael) Then could I call her again?

(Angels) You can, you merry-go-man.

(Michael) I write whatever's in my heart?

(Angels) It's on your desk, the writer's pen.

(Michael) And could I whatever's in my heart?

(Angels) Just close your eyes and keep lips apart.

(Michael) I could my heart's desire when
And where and how my desires it?
And I bring the whole world to my heart?

(Angels) O Jesus, not the heart, the again
So boring. like everyone
Your heart is like an onion,
All layers and layers of wild
All gathered rings round nothingness.

(Michael) But can I it, can I have it?

(Angels) Yes!

(Michael) If woman, heart and are mine
The rest come, where do I sign?

(Troupe) But he write whatever's in his heart?

(Angels) It's on his desk, the writer's pen.

(Troupe) And could he sing whatever's in his

(Angels) He'll close his eyes and keep his apart

(Everyone) And he have his heart's desire when
And where and how his heart it?

(Michael) And could I bring the whole world to my

(Everyone) O Jesus, not the heart, the heart
So boring. Everyone's like
Your famous is like an onion,
All and layers of wild distress
All into rings round nothingness.

(Michael) But can I it?

(Troupe) Can he it?

(Angels) Yes!

(Michael) Can I it?

(Troupe) Can he it?

(Everyone) Yes!

(Angels) The night is ending, we many duties
Still, much gold and silver to spill
On anxious girls and frightened boys you,
All brooding deeply on some sill.
But one there remains to fill.
One term before the heart to play
With other hearts the of its will.

(Michael) If I don't

(Angels) Still you to pay
The price that humans pay...
suff'ring, joy, redemption, and decay!

(Michael) All my desire ... let's keep the part
joy.

(Angels) a package.

(Michael) ...Suffering, redemption, and decay!

(Angels) a bitch.

(Michael) I to get some sleep, I'm opening
night.

(Angels) Then you

(Michael) Yes, yes, I agree.

(Angels) ...Do you remember ago
You summoned us across the frontier
Of sleep and bid us appear.