Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Homestead

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

Out on the where the cowboys dance
Approaching slowly at a
Here the shadow of his stance
The reins are fallin' his hands.

Why do you ride that horse?
the shadow with little remorse
Just a priest comes down the stairs
With a sack of and old nightmares.

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

Just the sound of hoofbeats was heard
And the sky was by a prehistoric bird
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 the shadow is growin' dim
And we need light to get back to him
one call should do it all
I'll this number on the wall
my beak.

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

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

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

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

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