Luyện nghe bài hát Boy in the Tree

An old cowpoke went ridin' out one and windy day
a ridge he rested as he rode along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed 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 their hooks are of steel
Their brands were still on fire and their hot he could feel
A bolt of shot through him as they thundered through the sky
He saw the riders coming and he heard their mournful cry
Yipie I ay, I oh
Ghost in the sky
Their face is gaunt their eyes were blurred their shirts all with sweat
They're ridin' hard to catch that but they ain't caught 'em yet
'Cause they've got to ride on the range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire as they on hear them cry
I ay, yipie I oh
Ghost in the sky
As the riders on by him he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from a riding on our range
Then cow-boy change your ways today or with us you will
to catch the Devils herd, across these endless skies
Yipie I ay, I oh
Ghost in the sky
I ay, yipie I oh
Ghost in the sky