Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven

It's after my tired and weary, I lay down to rest my eyes,
I see this world change in a whirlwind and heaven flies from the skies;
I see rising up from my wreckage, and mansions so bright
I see my eyes and their faces lit up with a bright shining light.

I walk through the sunshiny factory where dresses and shirts are both
A brother and sister are singing at work as watch all the wheels;
No smudge clouds of smoke hid my valley, my it is clear for miles;
The mountains are all dancing happy, the trees are me smiles.

There are no sickly faces about me, the children are and gay;
Not one homeless is around me, not lost, nor cripple, nor lame;
The street laid in finest of plastics, the atom is as well;
No airships are crashing by me, no dead ones in burning hotels.

No fast cars collide nor turn over, no curve along my new road;
No cheaters, no gamblers, no robbers, no graveyard, no prisons, no
No gasbombs, no brass knucks, no billies, no 'tween worker and boss;
No patrolman, no officer, policeman, to into crowds on his horse.

The last battles are ended, they're shown on the screen and the page;
The is happy at building his world like the play on his stage;
are gone and forgotten, except in my history and book,
My friends all have jobs here in heaven and as I stand here and look.

I am sawing the finest made fiddle, I am touching the richest drum;
I am blowing the sweetest of woodwinds and the deepest of horns;
I dance to my music I'm making, and the world in with my dance;
Science and hope the fevers, not one grain is blowing by chance.

Every works in hand with the other, and not for power nor greed;
Every hand works to its ability and is paid in its deepest of need;
No cancer, no tuberculosis, no nor asylums are here
No bowery, nor skid row of homeless, no eye is blinded by tears.

If you can only see me this vision of heaven I dreamed,
you can take new faith in working with comrades and friends
And when I woke up from my sleeping and looked down my street,
I go back to work with my vision and I drink down the and sweet.

I know as you hear such a dream, friend, you not pass it along;
I do not expect you to sing it as I do, nor to sing such a song;
I wrote down song for my own self, and sing it now to my own soul,
But if you'll sing songs of your dreamings, then you will reap untold.