Luyện nghe bài hát Out Of the Fire

On a back-road, down deep in the Fall
So ago, yet how well 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 Momma said "Jump on out, pick you a big ball"
An leaf scraped its way 'cross the road
we headed back home.

See the proud, thrusting, curve of the red breast
out gathering worms to to her nest,
the lavender haze at the light of dawn,
a woman's voice lilting in song,
and all the fine words our poets said,
the sparkling dew upon the spider's web!
Does one matter more? Does one matter
Who of us can

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

Once you were the dawn, the dusk, and the
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 the Phoenix that rose right out of the fire,
I came back too, a bed of desire
and shook my wings the ash from the pyre,
and back home.