Luyện nghe bài hát Prairie Fire

While drivin' a herd of out in old Nebraska way
Headin' east at Broken Bow one hot day
to get to Omaha, we hoped to find a buyer
We never counted in the of a western prairie fire

A hot south wind was blowin' and the air was dry
Somethin' far was spellin' trouble in the sky
Comin' was a sound that topped the devil's choir
we knew we had to race a raging prairie fire

When all at once a is seen a-lickin' at the sky
And heart is quicker and there's fear in every eye
We'd one chance to get away for there's no place to hide
Gotta reach the Platte, one inch deep and one mile wide

The herd is gettin' tired but got no time to rest
I try to clear the red dust that is gatherin' in my
From ridin' tail on a thousand with the weather gettin' dry
The black cloud in the is warning ride, ride, ride

The roarin' heat is closer ashes by our side
And every breeze is burnin' singin' its warnin' cry
We've got to the river but it's still ten miles or more
And close behind us we can hear that wind infernal

But fate had other plans for we lost that fatal
We lost for neither man nor could long keep up the pace
The mighty Platte subdued its rage but none were to rest
We did our best to get away but only I am

Now, on the prairie far as the eye can see
The grim are there to show that God rules you and me
Just one he left to the tale just one was his desire
We lost our herd and men to a raging prairie fire