Luyện nghe bài hát Many Trails

A boy heard the voice of the whippoorwill one
And went out to where he was singing
He had to walk quite a ways through a big
Because the of the whippoorwill carried so well in the wind
He sounded much closer then he was

And on the way the boy found a well trail
So he on it for a while
And sitting in the middle of the trail was
And was singing too

He and saw the boy and he said
"Why are you me?"
The boy was and said
"Well, the trail you made to be a short
And easy way through field.

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

"Well, do you not my songs are beautiful?", said coyote
"Oh", said the boy, "They're but I hear you all the time
I prefer the songs 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 and politely said
"Thank you for the song but I must be now"

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

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

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

So the boy turned and for home
Covered with burns, bites and a skinned up knee
And it was many summers
When the boy became a man

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