Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Homestead

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

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

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

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

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

We'll the moon and see what's up
I've got some change in this tin cup
We'll say that the is growin' 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 second and the
Came down the sky to deliver the word.

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

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

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

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