Luyện nghe bài hát Out Of the Fire

On a gravel back-road, deep in the Fall
So long ago, yet how I recall
My Grandfather's green truck with the rims
and me on the seat, 'tween my and him
How we rattled along, the old Ford, it stalled
and said "Jump on out, pick you a big cotton ball"
An Autumn leaf scraped its way 'cross the
we were back home.

See the proud, thrusting, curve of the robin's red
out gathering to return to her nest,
the haze at the first light of dawn,
a woman's clear voice in song,
and all the fine our poets have said,
the dew upon the spider's silk web!
Does one matter more? one matter less?
Who of us can

The tents are rolled up, the Revival's town
all that remains is the fine ground
still wet from the tears fell from the eyes
of folks too far down to hang in pride
And I am here, too, I always was:
in the pain, strong in the love
still my prayer to Heaven above
and true.

Once you the dawn, the dusk, and the light
Without the of holding you tight
my days turned to black, I could take breath
I stumbled my way thru a worse than death
But like the Phoenix rose right out of the fire,
I came back too, from a bed of
and shook from my the ash from the pyre,
and back home.