Luyện nghe bài hát A Horse Called Music

High on a mountain in western
A silhouette 'cross a cinnamon sky
alone on a horse he called Music
With a on his lips, and a tear in his eye

He dreams of a time, and a lady loved him
And how he sing her sweet lullabies
But we ever ask him
And he never talks her
it is better that we all let it slide

And he "ooh" to the ladies
And ooh, he 'em sigh
Then he away on a horse he calls Music
a pain in his heart and a tear in his eye

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

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

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

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