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

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

Oh, the of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear,
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of and good cheer.
The sun down 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 every time I pass that way I always my name.
Then onward in my I come to understand
That every is numbered like every grain of sand.

I have from rags to riches in the sorrow 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 mirror of innocence on each forgotten face.

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