Luyện nghe bài hát Every Grain Of Salad

(Bob Dylan)

In the time of my confession, in the hour of my need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn
There's a dyin' voice me reaching out somewhere,
Toiling in the danger and in the of despair.

Don't the inclination to look 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 that and, in every grain of sand.

Oh, the of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear,
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and cheer.
The sun beat down upon the steps of to light the way
To ease the of idleness and the memory of decay.

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

I have gone from rags to riches in the of the night
In the violence of a dream, in the chill of a wintry light,
In the dance of loneliness fading into space,
In the broken mirror of on each forgotten face.

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