Luyện nghe bài hát Don Quixote

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

He is but he is mellow
He is strong but he is
He is cruel but he is
He is but he is meek

for his saddlebag
He a battered book into his hand
Standing a prophet bold
He shouts across the to the shore
Till he can no more

I have over moor and mountain
Like the upon the wing
I was a shining knight
Who was the guardian of a

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

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

for his saddlebag
He takes a rusty sword into his
Then striking up a knightly
He shouts the ocean to the shore
Till he can shout no

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

See the and wicked ones
Who feed upon sacred fire
See the with his gun
Who must be dead to be

See the man who the needle
See the man who buys and
See the man who puts the
On the ones who not tell

See the drunkard in the
Stemming gold to make ends
See the youth in black
Condemned to life the street

for his saddlebag
He takes a tarnished cross his hand
standing like a preacher now
He shouts across the ocean to the
Then in a blaze of tangled
He off across the dusty plain
In to search again
Where no one will

Through the woodland, through the
Comes a horseman wild and
Tilting at the passing
Who can the young horseman be

He is but he is mellow
He is but he is weak
He is cruel but he is
He is but he is meek