Luyện nghe bài hát Prairie Fire

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

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

When all at once a flame is seen at the sky
And every heart is and there's fear in every eye
just 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 clear the red that is gatherin' in my chest
From ridin' tail on a thousand head the weather gettin' dry
The black in the west is warning ride, ride, ride

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

But had other plans for we lost that fatal race
We lost for man nor beast could long keep up the pace
The mighty Platte subdued its rage but none there to rest
We did our to get away but only I am left

Now, on the prairie 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 and thirty men to a raging prairie fire