Luyện nghe bài hát Don Quixote

Through the woodland, through the
Comes a horseman wild and
Tilting at the windmills
Who can the brave 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
for his saddlebag
He takes a battered book into his
Standing a prophet bold
He across the ocean to the shore
'Til he can shout no

I have come o'er moor and
Like the upon the wing
I was once a shining
Who was the of a king
I have searched the whole world
Looking for a place to
I seen the strong survive
And I have the lean grown 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 takes a rusty sword into his
striking up a knightly 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 judge the bench
Who tries the case as he can
See the wise and ones
Who feed life's sacred fire
See the with 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 who dare not tell
See the in the tavern
Stemming gold to make meet
See the in ghetto black
Condemned to life the street

for his saddlebag
He takes a cross into his hand
standing like a preacher now
He shouts across the ocean to the
Then in a of tangled hooves
He gallops off across the plain
In vain to again
no one will hear

the woodland, through 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 cruel but he is
He is wise but he is