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, 'till the old Ford, it
and Momma said "Jump on out, you a big cotton ball"
An Autumn leaf its way 'cross the road
we headed back home.

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

The tents are rolled up, the Revival's left
all that remains is the fine sawdust
still wet the tears that fell from the eyes
of folks too far to hang back in pride
And I am here, too, like I 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 dream of holding you
my days turned to black, I hardly take breath
I my way thru a fate worse than death
But like the Phoenix that right out of the fire,
I came back too, a bed of desire
and shook from my the ash from the pyre,
and headed home.