Luyện nghe bài hát Corey Cyr's Sicilian Dream

I dreamt of Sicily. It came to me like the of a child.
It was unknown if I was close to home where the once went wild.
Was perceived to be a democracy for me to and hold.
Across the sea, in Italy, you'll see me stories told.
And I dream, dream, away.

If I knew, if I had a clue, as to how I'd gotten here
But I had no care, found anywhere, no or no fear.
For in the land of new, to you, from the view of the sea.
amazing grace took hold of my face; this place was the place for me.
And I dream, dream,

Out in the blue, a ship or two, were coming the wire.
We had to run, and get our guns, waited for to fire.
The battle blazed, through the day, and into the haze of night.
There were pools of blood, turning dirt to mud, one should've known this ain't right.
And I dream, dream, away.

Fell to my knees, the men of peace, to beseech me the question why
That anyone, with or without a gun, should be up and hung to die.
we'd find the time we resigned our finds for those of lesser needs.
Stead of in dread, amongst the dead, due to the thicker greeds.
And I dream, dream, away.