Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Homestead

Up and the old homestead
The naked rider through his head
And although the moon isn't
He feels the pull.

Out on the floor where the dance
Approaching slowly at a
comes the shadow of his stance
The are fallin' from his hands.

Why do you that crazy horse?
Inquires the shadow with remorse
then a priest comes down the stairs
With a sack of and old nightmares.

Who are you, the rider
You dress in black but you talk a fed
You spout from books that you read
you care about this guy's head?

Just then the sound of hoofbeats was
And the sky was darkened by a bird
Who flew between the moon
And the naked rider, to a booth.

We'll call the moon and see up
I've got some change in little tin cup
We'll say that the is growin' dim
And we some light to get back to him
one call should do it all
I'll this number on the wall
my beak.

Flying feathers were all
The air was filled a ringing sound.
Two more birds, the and the third
Came down from the sky to the word.

Where have you been, they to the first
Get to the clouds, we're dying of thirst
There's not enough time to that call
ditch this rider, shadow and all.

The sky was filled with the birds
Still on the some crying was heard
With his dime in his and his hand on the dial
His ears were sweating as he a smile.

Hoofbeats beating the range
He through the night with his cup of change
Tired and beaten he into slumber
But up in the sky still had his number.

Up and down the old
The naked rider through his head
And although the moon full
He still the pull,
Still the pull.