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 Grandfather's green truck with the rusted-out
and me on the seat, my Mamma and him
How we along, 'till the old Ford, it stalled
and Momma "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 robin's red
out worms to return to her nest,
the haze at the first light of dawn,
a woman's clear voice in song,
and all the fine our poets have said,
the dew upon the spider's silk web!
Does one matter more? Does one less?
Who of us can

The tents are rolled up, the Revival's town
all that remains is the fine sawdust
still wet the tears that fell 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 singing my prayer to Heaven
and true.

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