Luyện nghe bài hát There's Nobody Home On The Range Anymore

The old man to dream of the fortune he'd seek
Now he lives in the room you pay by the week
His all bothered and his pony's gone lame
And his bones always ache the sky looks like rain

Well he dreams of the old days with bustin' tails
And the wide open where buffalo plays
Deep in his mem'ry wild horses on
But he knows the good times have all and gone

nobody home on the range anymore
They closed down the bunkhouse and had the door
Now there's and motels and folks by the score
But there's home on the range anymore
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Now the stop flyin' the night wind is still
And the last cayou's on some lonely hill
The old man is to lay all down
In his final box the poor side of town

Cause he knows his last mantel is two two stairs
And his saddle's turned an old rocking chair
Mornings he wakes up and what for
Cause there's home on the range anymore

There's home on the range anymore...