Luyện nghe bài hát Prairie Fire

While drivin' a herd of 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 in the odds of a western prairie fire

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

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

The herd is gettin' but we've got no time to rest
I try to clear the red dust that is in my chest
From ridin' tail on a head with 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 river but it's ten miles or more
And close behind us we can hear that wind infernal

But had other plans for we lost that fatal race
We lost for man nor beast could long keep up the pace
The mighty subdued its rage but none were there to rest
We did our best to get 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 just one was his desire
We lost our herd and thirty men to a prairie fire