Luyện nghe bài hát Don Quixote

Through the woodland, through the
Comes a wild and free
at the windmills passing
Who can the brave young be

He is but he is mellow
He is but he is weak
He is but he is gentle
He is but he is meek

Reaching for his
He takes a battered book into his
Standing like a prophet
He shouts across the ocean to the
Till he can no more

I have come moor and mountain
Like the hawk upon the
I was a shining knight
Who was the guardian of a

I searched the whole world over
Looking for a place to
I have seen the strong
And I seen the lean grown weak

See the children of the
Who wake to find the bare
See the gentry in the
Riding off to the air

for his saddlebag
He takes a rusty into his hand
Then up a knightly pose
He across the ocean to the shore
he can shout no more

See the with his key
Who locks all trace of sin
See the judge upon the
Who the case as best he can

See the and wicked ones
Who upon life's sacred fire
See the soldier his gun
Who be dead to be admired

See the man who tips the
See the man who buys and
See the man who the collar
On the ones who dare not

See the drunkard in the
Stemming to make ends meet
See the in ghetto black
Condemned to life upon the

Reaching for his
He takes a tarnished cross his hand
standing like a preacher now
He across the ocean to the shore
in a blaze of tangled hooves
He gallops off across the dusty
In vain to again
Where no one hear

Through the woodland, through the
Comes a horseman and free
Tilting at the windmills
Who can the young horseman be

He is but he is mellow
He is strong but he is
He is cruel but he is
He is wise but he is