Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Powell

Just a hundred years or so ago
Ten men rode their way down the mighty
And as I read their journey
I couldn't help but a very similar yearning to Mr. Powell

And I that I could have been there with him
The way he about the river, I could tell
The revelations he have felt within himself
The of what man's supposed to do, I feel it too

As they would ride over the
As would glide over the waves

The river its way through canyons
That were so high that the clouds would within them
Cascade fountains surrounded
On a gorge grand beyond description and the river rolls

And like a whirlpool it sets my mind to
Can you walls that went so high
The sky would be nothing more than a single thin blue
And rocks would rainbow way up to the sky

As they would ride over the
As they would glide over the
You'd hear singing, singing