Luyện nghe bài hát Many Trails

A boy heard the of the whippoorwill one night
and went out to where he was singing. He had to
walk a ways through a big field, because the
song of the whippoorwill carried so well in the he
much closer then he really was. And on the way
the boy found a well worn trail, so he on it for a
while. And sitting in the of the trail was coyote,
and was singing too. He turned and saw the
boy and he "Why are you follow me?" The boy
was and said "Well the trail you made
happened to be a short and way through this
field. coyote asked "Well if your not following
me why are you here?" "Well I heard the beautiful
song of the and wanted to watch him
sing." "Well do you not my songs are beautiful?",
said coyote. "Oh", the boy, "there good but I hear
you all the time. I prefer the songs of the
whippoorwill" made coyote furious and he was
of the whippoorwill's song. He said "Listen to
my night song you might this one" And he pulled
his head and yodeled out a tune. The boy
covered his and politely said, "Thank you for the
song, but I be going now." "Well", coyote said, "I
can you a short cut to the whippoorwill boy, and
he sings is just over there." Pointing his claw,
smiling out of the of his mouth. The boy paused,
looked around, he knew the night was passing so
he agreed to follow coyote. But coyote's was
rough and rocky. And the boy fell in a few
gopher holes along the way. Coyote turned
and laughed and he to the boy. "Were almost
there, hurry up." Coyote was at a trot but the boy
had just fallen again and hurt his knee. And by the
he got to the place the whippoorwill had been
all night, it was morning. Whippoorwill was
gone. And so was coyote, in fact he hear
coyote's songs in another field. So the boy and
headed for home, covered with burrs, misq and a
skinned up knee. And it was many summers
when the boy became a man. And he realized,
there are no shortcuts to something you really
love. But there are many in this life. So you must
true to your path, and always keep and eye out
for coyote.