Luyện nghe bài hát Out Of the Fire

On a back-road, down deep in the Fall
So long ago, yet how I recall
My Grandfather's green 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 said "Jump on out, pick you a big 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 lavender haze at the first of dawn,
a woman's voice lilting in song,
and all the fine our poets have said,
the sparkling dew the spider's silk web!
Does one matter more? Does one matter
Who of us can

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

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