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 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 "Jump on out, pick you a big cotton ball"
An leaf scraped its way 'cross the road
we were back home.

See the proud, thrusting, of the robin's red breast
out gathering to return to her nest,
the lavender haze at the first of dawn,
a clear voice lilting in song,
and all the fine our poets have said,
the sparkling dew the spider's 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
wet from the tears that fell from the eyes
of folks too far down to hang in pride
And I am here, too, like I 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 dream of holding you
my turned to black, I could hardly take breath
I my way thru a fate worse than death
But like the that rose right out of the fire,
I came too, from a bed of desire
and shook from my wings the ash the pyre,
and headed home.