Luyện nghe bài hát Out Of the Fire

On a back-road, down deep in the Fall
So long ago, yet how well I
My Grandfather's green truck with the rusted-out
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 back home.

See the proud, thrusting, curve of the red breast
out worms to return to her nest,
the lavender haze at the first of dawn,
a woman's clear lilting in song,
and all the fine words our poets said,
the sparkling dew the spider's silk 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 sawdust
still wet from the tears that fell the eyes
of folks too far down to hang in pride
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 my way thru a fate worse than death
But like the that rose right out of the fire,
I came too, from a bed of desire
and shook from my the ash from the pyre,
and headed home.