Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Homestead

Up and down the old
The naked rider gallops his head
And although the isn't full
He still the pull.

Out on the where the cowboys dance
slowly at a glance
Here comes the of his stance
The reins are from his hands.

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

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

Just then the sound of was heard
And the sky was darkened by a prehistoric
Who between the unfulfilled moon
And the rider, to a telephone booth.

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

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

Where have you been, they said to the
Get back to the clouds, dying of thirst
not enough time to make that call
Let's ditch this rider, and all.

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

Hoofbeats across the range
He rode through the 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 rider gallops through his head
And the moon isn't full
He still the pull,
Still the pull.