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 rusted-out
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 headed home.

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

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

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