Luyện nghe bài hát Every Grain Of Salad

(Bob Dylan)

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

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

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

I gaze into the doorway of angry flame
And every time I pass that way I hear my name.
Then onward in my journey I to understand
That every hair is like every grain of sand.

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

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