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

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

Well he dreams of the old days with bronc tails
And the wide open spaces where plays
Deep in his mem'ry wild ride on
But he knows the times have all come and gone

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

Cause he his last mantel is two flights two stairs
And his saddle's turned into an old rocking
Mornings he wakes up and what for
Cause there's nobody on the range anymore

There's home on the range anymore...