Luyện nghe bài hát Prairie Fire

While drivin' a herd of cattle out in old way
Headin' east at Broken Bow one hot day
Tryin' to get to Omaha, we hoped to a buyer
We never counted in the odds of a western prairie

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

When all at a flame 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 reach the river Platte, one inch deep and one mile

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

The heat is closer ashes fallin' by our side
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 infernal roar

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 rage but none were there to
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 to show that God rules you and me
Just one he left to tell the tale just one was his
We lost our herd and thirty men to a raging fire