Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Homestead

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

Out on the floor where the dance
slowly at a glance
Here comes the shadow of his
The are fallin' from his hands.

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

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

Just the sound of hoofbeats was heard
And the sky was darkened by a prehistoric
Who between the unfulfilled moon
And the rider, to a telephone 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 some light to get back to him
one call should do it all
I'll this number on the wall
my beak.

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

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

The sky was with the beautiful birds
Still on the some crying was heard
With his dime in his hand and his on the dial
His ears sweating 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 still had his number.

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