Luyện nghe bài hát Every Grain Of Salad

(Bob Dylan)

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

have 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 Master's
In every leaf that and, in every grain of sand.

Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the of yesteryear,
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of 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 the doorway of temptation's angry flame
And time I pass that way I always hear my name.
Then onward in my journey I come to
That hair is numbered like every grain of sand.

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

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