Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Homestead

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

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

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

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

Just then the sound of hoofbeats was
And the sky was darkened by a bird
Who flew between the unfulfilled
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
We'll say that the is growin' dim
And we need some to get back to him
Just one call do it all
I'll carve this number on the
my beak.

Flying feathers were all
The air was filled with a sound.
Two more birds, the second and the
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 make that
Let's 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 the night with his cup of change
Tired and beaten he fell into
But up in the sky they had his number.

Up and down the old
The rider gallops through his head
And although the moon full
He still the pull,
Still the pull.