Luyện nghe bài hát Prairie Fire

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

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

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

The herd is gettin' tired but got no time to rest
I try to clear the red dust is gatherin' in my chest
From ridin' tail on a thousand head with the gettin' dry
The black cloud in the west is ride, ride, ride

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

But had other plans for we lost that fatal race
We lost for neither man nor beast could keep up the pace
The mighty Platte subdued its rage but none 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 remains are there to show that God rules you and me
Just one he to tell the tale just one was his desire
We lost our herd and men to a raging prairie fire