Luyện nghe bài hát Wind and Spirit

I hear a and turn to see
A new direction on that rusty vane
Suddenly the dead brown are stirred
To scratch their dances down the lane

And now the sturdy start clappin
With the last few stubborn leaves that let go
I can hear Old Glory
And her tattered now clangin against the pole

And my breath is snatched
And a runs up my spine
Feels like on the way
So I look up to the sky, I up to the sky

And from the of creation
Comes the Fathers breath
Ridin on a storm with tender
Stirring my to holiness, stirring my soul to holiness

I see the dust now resurrected
Swirling up against my pane
And carried the distance
Come the long awaited fragrances of earth and

And out the amber field
The slender grasses and bow and kiss the ground
And in them I see the of the souls
Who let the spirit lay them

And it takes my breath
And a comes to my eye
like somethins on the way
So I look up to the sky, I up to the sky

And the corners of creation
the Fathers holy breath
Ridin on a storm tender fierceness
Stirring my to holiness, stirring my soul to ho-holiness

And a mighty wind blows with a force I cannot see
I will wide my wings, I will open wide my wings
I will open wide my wings and let the spirit carry me, yeah,

From the corners of
Comes the holy breath
Ridin on a storm tender fierceness
Stirring my soul to holiness, stirring my to holiness
Stirring my to ho-holiness

I a sound and turn to see
A new direction on rusty weather vane