Luyện nghe bài hát Many Trails

A boy the voice 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 carried so well in the wind he
sound closer 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 said "Well the trail you
to be a short and easy way through this
field. Then coyote asked "Well if your not
me why are you here?" "Well I heard the beautiful
song of the whippoorwill and to watch him
sing." "Well do you not think my are beautiful?",
said coyote. "Oh", the boy, "there good but I hear
you all the time. I much prefer the of the
whippoorwill" This made furious and he was
jealous of the song. He said "Listen to
my night song you might like one" And he pulled
back his head and out a tune. The boy
covered his ears and said, "Thank you for the
song, but I must be going now." "Well", said, "I
can show you a short cut to the boy, and
where he sings is over there." Pointing his claw,
out of the side of his mouth. The boy paused,
looked around, he knew the night was passing so
he to follow coyote. But coyote's trail was
rough and rocky. And the boy fell in a few
gopher holes the way. Coyote turned around
and and he yelled to the boy. "Were almost
there, hurry up." Coyote was at a trot but the boy
had just fallen again and 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 hear
coyote's songs in field. So the boy turned and
headed for home, covered with burrs, bites and a
skinned up knee. And it was many later
when the boy a wiser man. And he realized,
there are no to find something you really
love. But there are many in this life. So you must
stay true to your path, and always and eye out
for coyote.