Luyện nghe bài hát Wings

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

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

It's my night 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 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 mistaken and the land is too to ever change

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

And so they came with through the morning mist
Press and businessmen-tycoons-Episcopal
in their appraisal of the body of a woman
But all we saw were lowlands-clouds clung to mountains without

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