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 the rusted-out rims
and me on the seat, my Mamma and him
How we rattled along, 'till the old Ford, it
and Momma said "Jump on out, you a big cotton ball"
An Autumn scraped its way 'cross the road
we headed back home.

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

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

Once you were the dawn, the dusk, and the
Without the dream of you tight
my days turned to black, I could take breath
I stumbled my way thru a worse than death
But like the Phoenix that right out of the fire,
I came too, from a bed of desire
and shook from my wings the ash the pyre,
and back home.