Luyện nghe bài hát Out Of the Fire

On a gravel back-road, down in the Fall
So ago, yet how well I recall
My Grandfather's green truck the rusted-out rims
and me on the seat, 'tween my and him
How we rattled along, 'till the old Ford, it
and said "Jump on out, pick you a big cotton ball"
An Autumn scraped its way 'cross the road
we headed back home.

See the proud, thrusting, of the robin's red breast
out gathering worms to to her nest,
the lavender haze at the first of dawn,
a woman's clear voice in song,
and all the words our poets have said,
the sparkling dew upon the silk web!
one matter more? Does one matter less?
Who of us can

The tents are rolled up, the Revival's left
all that remains is the fine sawdust
still wet from the tears that fell the eyes
of folks too far down to hang back in
And I am here, too, like I was:
deep in the pain, strong in the
still singing my prayer to above
and true.

Once you were the dawn, the dusk, and the
Without the of holding you tight
my turned to black, I could hardly take breath
I stumbled my way thru a fate worse death
But like the that rose right out of the fire,
I came back too, a bed of desire
and shook from my wings the ash the pyre,
and headed home.