Luyện nghe bài hát Wings

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

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

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

We waded through the ship had come in
There was silver and and cattle
There were hearts as big as apples and apples in the shape of Mary's
I inside this gilded cage a songbird always looks so plain
It's my home-last night I dreamt that I wings
I found a where they could hear me when I sing.

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

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