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 beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There's a voice within me reaching out somewhere,
Toiling in the and in the morals of despair.

have the inclination to look back on any mistake,
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events I must break.
In the fury of the I can see the Master's hand
In every leaf that trembles and, in grain of sand.

Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the of yesteryear,
Like criminals, they have the breath of conscience and good cheer.
The sun down upon the steps of time to light the way
To the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.

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

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

I hear the 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 perfect plan
every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand