Luyện nghe bài hát Don Quixote

Through the woodland, the valley
Comes a wild and free
Tilting at the windmills
Who can the young horseman 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 book into his hand
Standing a prophet bold
He shouts across the to the shore
Till he can shout no

I have come moor and mountain
the hawk upon the wing
I was once a knight
Who was the guardian of a

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

See the of the earth
Who to find the table bare
See the gentry in the
Riding off to the air

Reaching for his
He takes a rusty sword into his
Then striking up a pose
He shouts the ocean to the shore
he can shout no more

See the jailor his key
Who locks away all of sin
See the upon the bench
Who the case as best he can

See the wise and ones
Who feed upon life's sacred
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 in the tavern
Stemming gold to ends meet
See the youth in black
Condemned to upon the street

for his saddlebag
He takes a tarnished cross into his
Then like a preacher now
He shouts across the to the shore
Then in a blaze of tangled
He gallops off the dusty plain
In vain to search
Where no one hear

the woodland, through the valley
Comes a horseman wild and
Tilting at the passing
Who can the brave horseman be

He is wild but he is
He is but he is weak
He is cruel but he is
He is but he is meek