Luyện nghe bài hát A Horse Called Music

High on a in western Montana
A silhouette moves a cinnamon sky
Riding on a horse he called Music
With a song on his lips, and a in his eye

He dreams of a time, and a lady that him
And how he would her sweet lullabies
But we ever ask him
And he never about her
Guess it is that we all let it slide

And he sings "ooh" to the
And ooh, he makes 'em
Then he away on a horse he calls Music
With a pain in his and a tear in his eye

Now he rode the Music Boston to Bozeman
For not too much money, and way to ride
But those were the when a horse he called Music
Could jump through the and fly 'cross the sky

Now all that's left is an old worn cowboy
With only his dreams, of the days gone by
And trailing behind, is a horse with no
A horse he calls memories, that she to ride

But he "ooh" to the ladies
And ooh, he damn near made some fall right and die
And he'd ride away on a he called Music
With a in his heart and a tear in his eye

High on a mountain in western
Two crosses cut through a sky
Marking the where a horse he called Music
Lays with a cowboy by his side.