Luyện nghe bài hát Wings

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

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

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

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

And so they came with cameras-breaking through the mist
Press and philanthropists
Lost in appraisal of the body of a woman
But all we saw lowlands-clouds clung to mountains without strings

And at last we saw some people up against
The rain that was descending like railroad and hammers
They were for the border-walking and then running
Then they were gone into the fog but Anne said underneath their jackets she saw