Luyện nghe bài hát Out Of the Fire

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

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

The tents are rolled up, the left town
all that is the fine sawdust ground
still wet the tears that fell from the eyes
of folks too far down to hang back in
And I am here, too, like I always
in the pain, strong in the love
still singing my prayer to Heaven
and true.

Once you were the dawn, the dusk, and the
the dream of holding you tight
my days to black, I could hardly take breath
I stumbled my way thru a fate worse than
But like the that rose right out of the fire,
I came back too, a bed of desire
and shook from my wings the ash the pyre,
and back home.