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 beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There's a 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,
Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break.
In the fury of the I can see the Master's hand
In every leaf that and, in every grain of sand.

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

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

I have gone from rags to 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 into space,
In the broken mirror of innocence on forgotten face.

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