Luyện nghe bài hát Wings

At night we crossed the border following a Black
To the edge of the reservation-to Mission
Where the saints and all the martyrs look down on converts
What makes the water holy she says is that that the closest thing to rain

I stole a mule from Anthony I Anne up upon it
And we rode to Coeur d'Alene-through Harrison and
They were blasting out the tunnels-making way for the light of
When Jesus comes a'calling she said coming round the mountain on a train

It's my home-last I dreamt that I grew wings
I found a place where they could me when I sing
We floated on to Hanford on a lumber boat up
Past the fisheries and the mill-towns a stretch of future graveyards
She was driven to distraction-said I wonder what happen
When they find out mistaken and the land is too changed to ever change

We waded the marketplace-someone's ship had come in
There was and begonias-dynamite and cattle
were hearts as big as apples and apples in the shape of Mary's heart
I said inside this gilded cage a songbird always so plain
It's my home-last I dreamt that I grew wings
I found a place where could hear me when I sing.

And so they came cameras-breaking through the morning mist
and businessmen-tycoons-Episcopal philanthropists
Lost in their appraisal of the body of a
But all we saw lowlands-clouds clung to mountains without strings

And at last we saw some huddled up against
The rain that was descending like spikes and hammers
They were headed for the and then running
Then they gone into the fog but Anne said underneath their jackets she saw wings