Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Homestead

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

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

Why do you ride that crazy
Inquires the shadow little remorse
Just then a priest comes the stairs
With a sack of and old nightmares.

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

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

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

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

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

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

beating across the range
He rode through the with his cup of change
Tired and he fell into slumber
But up in the sky still had his number.

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