Luyện nghe bài hát Out Of the Fire

On a back-road, down deep in the Fall
So long ago, yet how I recall
My green 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 said "Jump on out, pick you a big cotton ball"
An Autumn scraped its way 'cross the road
we headed back home.

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

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

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