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 song on his lips, and a in his eye

He of a time, and a lady that loved him
And how he would sing her lullabies
But we don't ask him
And he never about 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
With a pain in his and a tear in his eye

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

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

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

High on a mountain in Montana
Two crosses cut a cinnamon sky
Marking the place where a horse he Music
Lays with a there by his side.