Luyện nghe bài hát Every Grain Of Salad

(Bob Dylan)

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

Don't have the inclination to 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 leaf that trembles and, in every grain of sand.

Oh, the of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear,
Like criminals, they have the breath of conscience and good cheer.
The sun beat upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the 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 to understand
That hair is numbered like every grain of sand.

I gone from rags to riches in the sorrow 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 footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times only me.
I am hanging in the of a perfect finished plan
Like every sparrow falling, every grain of sand