Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Homestead

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

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

Why do you ride that crazy
Inquires the shadow little remorse
Just a priest comes down 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 that you read
Don't you about this guy's head?

Just 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 light to get to him
Just one should do it all
I'll carve this on the wall
my beak.

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

Where you been, they said to the first
Get back to the clouds, we're of thirst
There's not enough time to make call
Let's this rider, shadow and all.

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

Hoofbeats across the range
He rode through the with his cup of change
and beaten he fell into slumber
But up in the sky they had his number.

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