Luyện nghe bài hát Many Trails

A boy heard the voice of the one night
and out to find where he was singing. He had to
walk quite a ways through a big field, the
song of the whippoorwill carried so in the wind he
sound 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 coyote was too. He turned and saw the
boy and he said "Why are you 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 think my are beautiful?",
said coyote. "Oh", said the boy, "there good but I
you all the time. I prefer the songs of the
whippoorwill" made coyote furious and he was
jealous of the whippoorwill's song. He "Listen to
my night song you might like this one" And he
his head and yodeled out a tune. The boy
covered his ears and said, "Thank you for the
song, but I be going now." "Well", coyote said, "I
can show you a short cut to the boy, and
where he is just over there." Pointing his claw,
out of the side of his mouth. The boy paused,
looked around, he the night was passing fast so
he agreed to follow coyote. But trail was
rough and rocky. And the boy fell in a few
gopher holes the way. Coyote turned around
and laughed and he yelled to the boy. "Were
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 where the whippoorwill had been
all night, it was morning. Whippoorwill was
gone. And so was coyote, in he could hear
songs in another field. So the boy turned and
headed for home, with burrs, misq bites and a
up knee. And it was many summers later
when the boy a wiser man. And he realized,
there are no shortcuts to something you really
love. But there are trails in this life. So you must
stay true to path, and always keep and eye out
for coyote.