Luyện nghe bài hát Out Of the Fire

On a gravel back-road, down 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 along, 'till 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, of the robin's red breast
out gathering worms to to her nest,
the lavender at the first light of dawn,
a woman's clear voice in song,
and all the fine our poets 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 fine ground
still wet from the tears that fell the eyes
of folks too far down to back in pride
And I am here, too, like I always
deep in the pain, strong in the
still my prayer to Heaven above
and true.

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