Luyện nghe bài hát Every Grain Of Salad

(Bob Dylan)

In the of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my flood every newborn seed
There's a dyin' voice within me out somewhere,
Toiling in the and in the morals of despair.

Don't have the inclination to back on any mistake,
Like Cain, I now this chain of events that I must break.
In the fury of the moment I can see the hand
In every leaf trembles and, in every grain of sand.

Oh, the flowers of and the weeds of yesteryear,
criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer.
The sun beat down upon the of time to light the way
To ease the pain of and the memory of decay.

I gaze into the of temptation's angry flame
And time I pass that way I always hear my name.
Then onward in my I come to understand
every hair is numbered like every grain of sand.

I have gone from rags to in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the of a wintry light,
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading space,
In the mirror of innocence on each forgotten face.

I the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's me.
I am hanging in the balance of a finished plan
Like every sparrow falling, like grain of sand