Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Homestead

Up and the old homestead
The naked gallops through his head
And although the moon full
He still the pull.

Out on the where the cowboys dance
Approaching slowly at a
Here comes the shadow of his
The reins are from his hands.

Why do you ride crazy horse?
Inquires the shadow with remorse
Just then a priest comes down the
With a sack of and old nightmares.

Who are you, the rider
You in black but you talk like a fed
You ideas from books that you read
Don't you care about guy's head?

Just then the sound of hoofbeats was
And the sky was darkened by a prehistoric
Who between the unfulfilled moon
And the rider, to a telephone booth.

call the moon and see what's up
I've got change in this little tin cup
We'll say that the is growin' dim
And we need some to get back to him
Just one should do it all
I'll this number on the wall
my beak.

Flying were all around
The air was with a ringing sound.
Two birds, the second and the third
Came from the sky to deliver the word.

Where you been, they said to the first
Get back to the clouds, dying of thirst
not enough time to make that call
Let's ditch this rider, and all.

The sky was filled with the beautiful
on the ground some crying was heard
With his dime in his hand and his on the dial
His were sweating as he forced a smile.

Hoofbeats across the range
He through the night with his cup of change
Tired and beaten he fell into
But up in the sky still had his number.

Up and the old homestead
The naked rider through his head
And although the moon full
He still the pull,
feels the pull.