Luyện nghe bài hát Prairie Fire

While drivin' a of cattle out in old Nebraska way
east at Broken Bow one hot September day
Tryin' to get to Omaha, we hoped to find a
We counted in the odds of a western prairie fire

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

When all at once a is seen a-lickin' at the sky
And every heart is quicker and fear in every eye
We'd 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 the red dust that is gatherin' in my chest
From ridin' tail on a thousand with the weather gettin' dry
The cloud in the west is warning ride, ride, ride

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

But fate had other for we lost that fatal race
We lost for neither man nor beast could long keep up the
The mighty Platte its rage but none were 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 and thirty men to a raging prairie fire