Luyện nghe bài hát Boy in the Tree

An old went ridin' out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red cows he saw
Plowing through the ragged skies and up a cloudy
Yipie I ay, I oh
turned in the sky
Their horns were black and shiny and hooks are made of steel
Their brands were still on fire and their hot breath he feel
A bolt of fear shot through him as they through the sky
He saw the riders hard and he heard their mournful cry
I ay, yipie I oh
Ghost in the sky
Their is gaunt their eyes were blurred their shirts all soaked with sweat
They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they caught 'em yet
'Cause they've got to ride on the range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire as they ride on hear cry
Yipie I ay, I oh
riders in the sky
As the riders looked on by him he heard one his name
If you want to save your from hell a riding on our range
Then cow-boy change your ways or with us you will ride
Tryin' to catch the Devils herd, across endless skies
Yipie I ay, I oh
riders in the sky
Yipie I ay, I oh
riders in the sky