Luyện nghe bài hát Out Of the Fire

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

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

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

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