Luyện nghe bài hát Don Quixote

Through the woodland, the valley
Comes a wild and free
Tilting at the windmills
Who can the brave young be
He is but he is mellow
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 into his hand
like a prophet bold
He across the ocean to the shore
'Til he can shout no

I have come o'er moor and
Like the hawk upon the
I was a shining knight
Who was the of a king
I searched the whole world over
Looking for a to sleep
I seen the strong survive
And I have seen the lean weak

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 a rusty sword into his hand
striking up a knightly pose
He shouts across the ocean to the
'Til he can shout no

See the jailor his key
Who locks away all of sin
See the judge upon the
Who the case as best he can
See the and wicked ones
Who feed life's sacred fire
See the soldier his gun
Who must be dead to be

See the man who tips the
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 make meet
See the youth in ghetto
to life upon the street

Reaching for his
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 across the plain
In vain to again
Where no one will

Through the woodland, through the
a horseman wild and free
Tilting at the windmills
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 but he is meek