Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Homestead

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

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

Why do you ride crazy horse?
Inquires the with little remorse
then a priest comes down the stairs
With a of dreams and old nightmares.

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

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

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

Flying were all around
The air was with a ringing sound.
Two birds, the second and the third
Came down 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 call
ditch this rider, shadow and all.

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

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

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