Luyện nghe bài hát Boy in the Tree

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