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 the rusted-out rims
and me on the seat, 'tween my and him
How we along, 'till the old Ford, it stalled
and Momma "Jump on out, pick you a big cotton ball"
An leaf scraped its way 'cross the road
we were headed home.

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

The tents are up, the Revival's left town
all that remains is the fine ground
still wet from the tears that from the eyes
of folks too far down to back in pride
And I am here, too, I always 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 of holding you tight
my days turned to black, I could take breath
I stumbled my way thru a worse than death
But like the Phoenix rose right out of the fire,
I came back too, from a bed of
and shook from my the ash from the pyre,
and back home.