Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Homestead

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

Out on the where the cowboys dance
Approaching at a glance
Here comes the of his stance
The are fallin' from his hands.

Why do you ride that horse?
Inquires the shadow with little
Just then a priest comes the stairs
With a of dreams and old nightmares.

Who are you, the rider
You dress in but you talk like a fed
You spout ideas from books you read
Don't you care this guy's head?

then the sound of hoofbeats was heard
And the sky was by a prehistoric bird
Who flew between the unfulfilled
And the rider, to a telephone booth.

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

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

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

The sky was with the beautiful birds
Still on the ground crying was heard
With his dime in his hand and his hand on the
His ears were as he forced a smile.

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

Up and the old homestead
The naked rider gallops through his
And although the isn't full
He feels the pull,
feels the pull.