Luyện nghe bài hát Wind and Spirit

I a sound and turn to see
A new direction on that weather vane
Suddenly the brown leaves are stirred
To scratch circle dances down the lane

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

And my is snatched away
And a chill runs up my
like somethins on the way
So I up to the sky, I look up to the sky

And from the of creation
Comes the Fathers holy
on a storm with tender fierceness
Stirring my soul to holiness, my soul to holiness

I see the lifeless now resurrected
Swirling up against my pane
And cross the distance
Come the long awaited of earth and rain

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

And it my breath away
And a comes to my eye
like somethins 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 with tender fierceness
Stirring my soul to holiness, stirring my to ho-holiness

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

the corners of creation
Comes the Fathers holy
Ridin on a with tender fierceness
Stirring my soul to holiness, stirring my soul to
Stirring my soul to

I hear a sound and to see
A new on that rusty weather vane