Luyện nghe bài hát Prairie Fire

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

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

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 river Platte, one inch deep and one 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 head with the weather gettin' dry
The cloud in the west is warning ride, ride, ride

The roarin' heat is closer ashes fallin' by our
And every breeze is singin' with its warnin' cry
got to reach the river but it's still 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 neither man nor beast could long up the pace
The mighty Platte subdued its rage but none were to rest
We did our best to get but only 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 thirty men to a prairie fire