Luyện nghe bài hát Wings

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

I stole a mule from Anthony I helped Anne up it
And we rode to d'Alene-through Harrison and Wallace
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 night I that I grew wings
I found a where they could hear me when I sing
We floated on to Hanford on a boat up river
the fisheries and the mill-towns like a stretch of future graveyards
She was to distraction-said I wonder what will happen
When find out they're mistaken and the land is too changed to ever change

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

And so they came with cameras-breaking the morning mist
and businessmen-tycoons-Episcopal philanthropists
Lost in their of the body of a woman
But all we saw were lowlands-clouds clung to mountains strings

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