Luyện nghe bài hát Out Of the Fire

On a gravel back-road, down deep in the
So long ago, yet how I recall
My Grandfather's green with the rusted-out rims
and me on the seat, 'tween my and him
How we along, 'till the old Ford, it stalled
and Momma "Jump on out, pick you a big cotton ball"
An Autumn leaf scraped its way the road
we were headed home.

See the proud, thrusting, curve of the robin's red
out worms to return to her nest,
the lavender haze at the 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 more? Does one matter
Who of us can

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

Once you the dawn, the dusk, and the light
Without the dream of you tight
my days turned to black, I hardly take 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 shook from my wings the ash the pyre,
and headed home.