Luyện nghe bài hát Don Quixote

Through the woodland, the valley
a horseman wild and free
Tilting at the passing
Who can the brave horseman be

He is wild but he is
He is but he is weak
He is cruel but he is
He is wise but he is

for his saddlebag
He takes a battered into his hand
Standing like a prophet
He across the ocean to the shore
Till he can no more

I have over moor and mountain
Like the hawk the wing
I was once a shining
Who was the of a king

I have searched the whole over
Looking for a place to
I have seen the survive
And I have the lean grown weak

See the of the earth
Who wake to find the bare
See the gentry in the
off to take the air

Reaching for his
He takes a rusty into his hand
striking up a knightly pose
He shouts across the to the shore
he can shout no more

See the jailor his key
Who locks away all of sin
See the judge upon the
Who tries the case as he can

See the and wicked ones
Who feed life's sacred fire
See the with his gun
Who must be dead to be

See the man who tips the
See the man who buys and
See the man who the collar
On the ones who not tell

See the in the tavern
Stemming gold to ends meet
See the youth in ghetto
Condemned to upon the street

for his saddlebag
He takes a tarnished cross into his
standing like a preacher now
He shouts the ocean to the shore
in a blaze of tangled hooves
He off across the dusty plain
In to search again
Where no one hear

Through the woodland, the valley
a horseman wild and free
Tilting at the windmills
Who can the brave horseman be

He is but he is mellow
He is strong but he is
He is cruel but he is
He is wise but he is