Luyện nghe bài hát Wishing Window

(Written By Cohen, In "Night Magic")

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

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

(Angels) Let us not say prayer, just say wishes.
Don't there dreaming, let us in,
It wasn't all easy getting here. We had
To at least a hundred
Thousand times through all the dreary of
Sense, just to get us the astral, to
The mental, to the and the dense.
And not counting countless times we spent
aimlessly as
Elements of chaos in the
Anti-universe
We even had a chance to be
As shadowy particals in streams of --
Now up, we haven't got all night!

(Michael) What am I to do?

(Angels) Ask for something.

(Michael) I think.

(Angels) on darling.

(Michael) me!

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

(Michael) Well I have someone to love?

(Angels) You can

(Michael) Can I her away?

(Angels) We have it down.

(Michael) could I call her back again?

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

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

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

(Michael) And could I sing in my heart?

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

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

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

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

(Angels) Yes!

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

(Troupe) But could he write whatever's in his

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

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

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

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

(Michael) And I bring the whole world to my heart?

(Everyone) O Jesus, not the heart, the again
So boring. like everyone
famous heart is like an onion,
All layers and layers of wild
All gathered 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 is ending, we have many duties
Still, much gold and silver to spill
On anxious and frightened boys like you,
All brooding deeply on some sill.
But one condition there to fill.
One term before the heart begins to
With hearts the music of its will.

(Michael) If I agree?

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

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

(Angels) a package.

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

(Angels) a bitch.

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

(Angels) you agree?

(Michael) Yes, yes, I agree.

(Angels) ...Do you long ago
You us across the high frontier
Of and bid us urgently appear.