Luyện nghe bài hát Many Trails

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