Luyện nghe bài hát Don Quixote

Through the woodland, through the
Comes a horseman wild and
Tilting at the 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
for his saddlebag
He takes a battered book into his
Standing a prophet bold
He shouts across the ocean to the
he can shout no more

I come o'er moor and mountain
the hawk 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 have seen the strong
And I have seen the grown weak

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

Reaching for his
He takes a rusty sword into his
striking up a knightly pose
He across the ocean to the shore
'Til he can no more

See the with his key
Who locks all trace of sin
See the judge the bench
Who the case 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 tips the
See the man who and sells
See the man who the collar
On the ones who dare not
See the drunkard in the
Stemming gold to ends meet
See the youth in ghetto
to life upon the street

Reaching for his
He takes a tarnished into his hand
standing like a preacher now
He across the ocean to the shore
Then in a blaze of hooves
He gallops off the dusty plain
In to search again
Where no one will

the woodland, through the valley
Comes a wild and free
at the windmills passing
Who can the young horseman be
He is wild but he is
He is strong but he is
He is cruel but he is
He is wise but he is