Luyện nghe bài hát Prairie Fire

While drivin' a herd of out in old Nebraska way
Headin' east at 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 and the air was gettin' dry
far away was spellin' trouble in the sky
Comin' was a sound that topped the devil's choir
Then we knew we had to race a raging prairie

all at once a flame is seen a-lickin' at the sky
And every heart is quicker and there's fear in eye
just one chance to get away for there's no place to hide
Gotta the river 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
ridin' tail on a thousand head with the weather gettin' dry
The black in the west is warning ride, ride, ride

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

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

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