Luyện nghe bài hát Out Of the Fire

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

See the proud, thrusting, curve of the robin's red
out gathering worms to 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!
one matter more? Does one matter less?
Who of us can

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

Once you the dawn, the dusk, and the light
the dream of holding you tight
my days to black, I could hardly take breath
I my way thru a fate worse than death
But like the that rose right out of the fire,
I came back too, a bed of desire
and from my wings the ash from the pyre,
and headed home.