Luyện nghe bài hát Out Of the Fire

On a gravel back-road, down deep in the
So ago, yet how well I recall
My green truck with the rusted-out 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 Autumn leaf scraped its way the road
we were back home.

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

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

Once you were the dawn, the dusk, and the
Without the of holding you tight
my days turned to black, I hardly take breath
I stumbled my way thru a fate worse than
But the Phoenix that rose right out of the fire,
I back too, from a bed of desire
and from my wings the ash from the pyre,
and back home.