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 walk a ways through a big field
Because the song of the whippoorwill carried so well in the
He sounded much then he really was

And on the way the boy 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
"Why are you me?"
The boy was and said
"Well, the trail you happened to be a short
And easy way this field.

Then asked, "Well, if you're not following me
why are you here?"
"Well, I heard the song of the whippoorwill
And to watch him sing"

"Well, do you not my songs are beautiful?", said coyote
"Oh", said the boy, "They're good but I hear you all the
I much prefer the of the whippoorwill"
made coyote furious and he was jealous of the whippoorwill's song

He said, "Listen to my song you might like this one"
And he back 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
"I can show you a cut to the whippoorwill boy
And where he is just over there"
Pointing his claw, smiling out of the side of his

The boy paused, looked
He the night was passing fast so he agreed to follow coyote
But coyote's trail was and rocky
And the boy fell in a few gopher holes along the way

Coyote turned around and
And he to the boy, "We're almost there, hurry up"
was at a full trot but the boy
Had just again and hurt his knee

And by the he got to the place
Where the whippoorwill had singing all night
It was morning, 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 burns, mosquito bites and a skinned up
And it was many later
When the boy a wiser man

And he realized, are no shortcuts
To find something you love
But there are many trails in this
So you must stay true to your
And always and eye out for coyote