Luyện nghe bài hát Wings

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

I stole a mule from I helped Anne up upon it
And we to Coeur d'Alene-through Harrison and Wallace
They were blasting out the way for the light of learning
Jesus comes a'calling 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 they could hear me when I
We floated on to Hanford on a boat up river
Past the fisheries and the mill-towns like a stretch of future
She was driven to distraction-said I wonder what happen
When they find out they're mistaken and the land is too changed to change

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

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

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