Luyện nghe bài hát Don Quixote

Through the woodland, the valley
Comes a horseman wild and
Tilting at the passing
Who can the young horseman be
He is wild but he is
He is strong but he is
He is but he is gentle
He is wise but he is
for his saddlebag
He takes a battered book his hand
Standing like a prophet
He shouts across the ocean to the
he can shout no more

I have come o'er moor and
Like the upon the wing
I was once a knight
Who was the of a king
I have the whole world over
for a place to sleep
I have the strong survive
And I seen the lean grown weak

See the of the earth
Who to find the table bare
See the in the country
off to take the air

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

See the with his key
Who away all trace of sin
See the judge the bench
Who tries the case as he can
See the wise and ones
Who upon life's sacred fire
See the soldier his gun
Who must be to be admired

See the man who the needle
See the man who and sells
See the man who the collar
On the who dare not tell
See the in the tavern
Stemming to make ends meet
See the in ghetto black
Condemned to life the street

Reaching for his
He takes a tarnished into his hand
Then like a preacher now
He shouts across the to the shore
Then in a of tangled hooves
He gallops off the dusty plain
In vain to search
no one will hear

Through the woodland, the valley
Comes a horseman wild and
at the windmills passing
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