Luyện nghe bài hát Every Grain Of Salad

(Bob Dylan)

In the time of my confession, in the hour of my need
When the pool of beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There's a dyin' voice within me out somewhere,
Toiling in the danger and in the of despair.

Don't the inclination to look back on any mistake,
Like Cain, I now this chain of events that I must break.
In the fury of the moment I can see the hand
In leaf that trembles and, in every grain of sand.

Oh, the of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear,
Like criminals, have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer.
The sun beat upon the steps of time to light the way
To the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.

I gaze the doorway of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass that way I always my name.
Then onward in my journey I to understand
That hair is numbered like every grain of sand.

I have gone from rags to riches in the of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a light,
In the bitter dance of loneliness into space,
In the broken mirror of on each forgotten face.

I hear the footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, times it's only me.
I am hanging in the balance of a finished plan
Like every sparrow falling, every grain of sand