Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Homestead

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

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

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

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

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

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

Flying feathers were all
The air was filled a ringing sound.
Two birds, the second and the third
down from the sky to deliver the word.

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

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

Hoofbeats beating the range
He rode through the with his cup of change
Tired and beaten he fell into
But up in the sky still had his number.

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