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 counted in the odds of a 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 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 in every eye
We'd one chance to get away for there's no place to hide
Gotta reach the river Platte, one inch and one mile wide

The herd is gettin' tired but we've got no to rest
I try to clear the red dust that is gatherin' in my
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 closer fallin' by our side
And every breeze is burnin' with its warnin' cry
got to reach the river but it's still ten miles or more
And behind us we can hear that wind infernal roar

But fate had other plans for we lost that 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 only I am

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 tale just one was his
We lost our herd and men to a raging prairie fire