Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Homestead

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

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

Why do you that crazy horse?
Inquires the shadow little remorse
Just then a comes down the stairs
With a of dreams and old nightmares.

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

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

call the moon and see what's up
I've got some in this little tin cup
We'll say the shadow 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 filled a ringing sound.
Two more birds, the and the third
Came down the sky to deliver the word.

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

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

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

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