Luyện nghe bài hát Coyotes

Was a I knew in south Texas,
His face was deep by the sun,
history, part sage, part mesquit,
He was there when Poncho was young.

And tell you a tale of the old days,
the country was wild all around,
Sit out under the stars of the Way,
And while the coyotes howl.

And go... hoo yip hoo yip hoo
hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo
hoo yip hoo yip hoo
hoo di hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo

Now the horns are gone,
And the are gone,
The are gone,
And the are gone,
is gone,
And Sam is gone,
And the is gone,
And the red is gone.

he cursed all the roads and the oil men,
And he the automobile,
Said this is no for an hombre like I am,
In this new of asphalt and steel.

Then he'd look off place in the distance,
At something he could see,
He'd say all that's now of the old days,
damned old coyotes and me.

And go hoo yip hoo yip hoo
hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo
hoo yip hoo yip hoo
hoo di hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo

Now the long are gone,
And the are gone
The Comanches are
And the are gone,
Now is gone,
Stan Watie is
And is gone,
And the red is gone.

One morning searched his adobe,
He disappeared without a word,
But that night as the moon the mountain,
One more was heard.

And go, hoo yip hoo yip hoo
hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo
hoo yip hoo yip hoo
hoo di hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo

hoo yip hoo yip hoo
hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo
hoo yip hoo yip hoo
hoo di hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo