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

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

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

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

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

There's nobody on the range anymore...