Luyện nghe bài hát A Horse Called Music

High on a in western Montana
A silhouette moves 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 that him
And how he would sing her sweet
But we ever ask him
And he never talks her
it is better that we all let it slide

And he sings "ooh" to the
And ooh, he 'em sigh
Then he rides away on a horse he Music
With a in his heart and a tear in his eye

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

Now all left is an old time worn cowboy
only his dreams, of the days long gone by
And behind, is a horse with no rider
A horse he calls memories, she used to ride

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

High on a in western Montana
Two crosses cut a cinnamon sky
Marking the where a horse he called Music
with a cowboy there by his side.