Luyện nghe bài hát Out Of the Fire

On a back-road, down deep in the Fall
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, 'till the old Ford, it
and said "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 red breast
out worms to return to her nest,
the lavender at the first light of dawn,
a woman's clear lilting in song,
and all the fine our poets have said,
the dew upon the spider's silk web!
Does one matter more? 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 hang back in
And I am here, too, like I always
in the pain, strong in the love
still my prayer to Heaven above
and true.

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