Luyện nghe bài hát Many Trails

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The boy paused, around
He knew the night was passing fast so he agreed to follow
But trail was rough and rocky
And the boy fell in a few gopher holes along the way

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

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

So the boy turned and headed for
Covered with burns, mosquito bites and a skinned up
And it was many later
When the boy became a man

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