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

And on the way the boy found a well worn
So he on it for a while
And in the middle 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 through field.

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

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

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

"Well", said
"I can you a short cut to the whippoorwill boy
And where he sings is just 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 trail was rough and rocky
And the boy fell in quite a few gopher holes the way

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

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

So the boy turned and headed for
Covered with burns, mosquito 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 must true to your path
And always keep and eye out for