Luyện nghe bài hát Prairie Fire

While a herd 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 never counted in the odds of a prairie fire

A hot south wind was blowin' and the air was dry
Somethin' far away was spellin' in the sky
closer 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 a-lickin' at the sky
And every heart is quicker and fear in every eye
We'd just one chance to get away for there's no to hide
Gotta reach the river Platte, one deep and one mile wide

The is gettin' tired but we've got no time to rest
I try to the red dust that is gatherin' in my chest
From ridin' tail on a head with the weather gettin' dry
The black cloud in the is warning ride, ride, ride

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

But fate had other plans for we that fatal race
We for neither man nor beast could long keep up the pace
The mighty Platte subdued its but none were there to rest
We did our to get away 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 tale just one was his
We lost our and thirty men to a raging prairie fire