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 Momma "Jump on out, pick you a big cotton ball"
An Autumn leaf scraped its way 'cross the
we were 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 dew upon the spider's silk web!
Does one more? Does one matter less?
Who of us can

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

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