Luyện nghe bài hát Out Of the Fire

On a gravel back-road, down deep in the
So long ago, yet how well I
My Grandfather's green truck with the rusted-out
and me on the seat, 'tween my and him
How we rattled along, 'till the old Ford, it
and Momma "Jump on out, pick you a big cotton ball"
An Autumn leaf 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 lavender haze at the first of dawn,
a clear voice lilting in song,
and all the fine words our poets said,
the sparkling dew the spider's silk web!
Does one matter 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 too far down to hang back in pride
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
Without the of holding you tight
my days turned to black, I could hardly 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 from my wings the ash from the pyre,
and back home.