Luyện nghe bài hát Many Trails

A boy the voice of the whippoorwill one night
And went out to find where he was
He had to walk quite a ways through a big
Because the song of the whippoorwill carried so in the wind
He much closer then he really was

And on the way the boy found a worn trail
So he stayed on it for a
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 frightened and
"Well, the trail you made happened to be a
And easy way this field.

Then asked, "Well, if you're not following me
why are you here?"
"Well, I heard the beautiful song of the
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"
This made furious and he was jealous of the whippoorwill's song

He said, "Listen to my song you might like this one"
And he pulled back his head and yodeled out a
The boy covered his ears and politely
"Thank you for the song but I must be now"

"Well", coyote
"I can show you a cut to the whippoorwill boy
And he sings is just over there"
Pointing his claw, smiling out of the side of his

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

Coyote turned and laughed
And he yelled to the boy, "We're there, hurry up"
Coyote was at a trot but the boy
Had just fallen again and hurt his

And by the time he got to the
Where the whippoorwill had been singing all
It was morning, Whippoorwill was gone and so was
In fact he could hear coyote's songs in field

So the boy and headed for home
Covered burns, mosquito bites 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 love
But are many trails in this life
So you stay true to your path
And always keep and eye out for