Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Homestead

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

Out on the floor where the 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
Just a priest comes down the stairs
a sack of dreams and old nightmares.

Who are you, the says
You in black but you talk like a fed
You spout from books that you read
Don't you care about this head?

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

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

Flying feathers were all
The air was filled with a 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 dying of
There's not enough time to that call
ditch this rider, shadow and all.

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

Hoofbeats beating the range
He rode through the night 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 naked rider gallops his head
And although the isn't full
He feels the pull,
Still the pull.