Luyện nghe bài hát Many Trails

A boy heard the voice of the one night
And went out to find he was singing
He had to walk a ways through a big field
Because the song of the carried so well in the wind
He sounded much then he really was

And on the way the boy found a well trail
So he stayed on it for a
And sitting in the middle of the was coyote
And was singing too

He and saw the boy and he said
"Why are you me?"
The boy was frightened and
"Well, the you made happened to be a short
And easy way through field.

coyote asked, "Well, if you're not following me
why are you here?"
"Well, I heard the song of the whippoorwill
And to watch him sing"

"Well, do you not think my are beautiful?", said coyote
"Oh", the boy, "They're good but I hear you all the time
I prefer the songs of the whippoorwill"
This made coyote furious and he was jealous of the whippoorwill's

He said, "Listen to my night you might like this one"
And he back his head and yodeled out a tune
The boy covered his ears and politely
"Thank you for the song but I must be now"

"Well", coyote
"I can show you a short cut to the boy
And where he sings is over there"
Pointing his claw, smiling out of the side of his

The boy paused, looked
He the night was passing fast so he agreed to follow coyote
But coyote's was rough and rocky
And the boy in quite a few gopher holes along the way

Coyote around and laughed
And he to the boy, "We're almost there, hurry up"
was at a full trot but the boy
Had fallen again and hurt his knee

And by the he got to the place
Where the had been singing all night
It was morning, Whippoorwill was gone and so was
In fact he could hear coyote's songs in field

So the boy turned and headed for
with burns, mosquito bites and a skinned up knee
And it was many summers
the boy became a wiser man

And he realized, are no shortcuts
To find something you love
But are many trails in this life
So you must stay to your path
And keep and eye out for coyote