Luyện nghe bài hát Prairie Fire

While a herd of cattle out in old Nebraska way
east at Broken Bow one hot September day
Tryin' to get to Omaha, we to find a buyer
We never counted in the of a western prairie fire

A hot south wind was blowin' and the air was dry
Somethin' far away was spellin' in the sky
Comin' closer was a sound that the devil's choir
Then we knew we had to race a raging fire

When all at once a flame is a-lickin' at the sky
And every is quicker and there's fear in every eye
We'd one chance to get away for there's no place to hide
Gotta the river Platte, one inch deep and one mile wide

The is gettin' tired but we've got no time to rest
I try to clear the red that is gatherin' in my chest
From ridin' tail on a thousand head the weather gettin' dry
The black in the west is warning ride, ride, ride

The roarin' heat is closer fallin' by our side
And every breeze is burnin' singin' its warnin' cry
We've got to reach the but it's still ten miles or more
And close behind us we can hear that wind infernal

But fate had other plans for we that fatal race
We lost for neither man nor could long keep up the pace
The mighty Platte its rage but none were there to rest
We did our best to get away but I am left

Now, on the blackened far as the eye can see
The grim remains are there to show God rules you and me
Just one he to tell the tale just one was his desire
We lost our herd and thirty men to a raging prairie