Luyện nghe bài hát Prairie Fire

While drivin' a of cattle out in old Nebraska way
Headin' at Broken 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 was spellin' trouble in the sky
Comin' was a sound that topped the devil's choir
Then we we had to race a raging prairie fire

When all at once a flame is seen 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 to hide
Gotta the river Platte, one inch deep and one mile wide

The herd is gettin' tired but we've got no to rest
I try to clear the red that 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 closer ashes by our side
And every is burnin' singin' with its warnin' cry
We've got to reach the river but still ten miles or more
And close behind us we can that wind infernal roar

But fate had other plans for we that fatal race
We lost for neither man nor beast long 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 grim remains are there to show God rules you and me
Just one he left to tell the just one was his desire
We our herd and thirty men to a raging prairie fire