Luyện nghe bài hát Prairie Fire

While a herd of cattle out in old Nebraska way
east at Broken Bow one hot September day
Tryin' to get to Omaha, we to find a buyer
We never counted in the odds of a prairie fire

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

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

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

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

But fate had plans for we lost that fatal race
We lost for man nor beast could long keep up the pace
The mighty Platte subdued its rage but were there to rest
We did our best to get but only I am left

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