Luyện nghe bài hát Wings

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

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

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

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

And so they came with cameras-breaking through the 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 that was descending like railroad spikes and hammers
They were headed for the border-walking and running
Then they were gone into the fog but said underneath their jackets she saw wings