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 in the room where you pay by the week
His hands're all bothered and his pony's gone
And his bones ache when the sky looks like rain

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

There's home on the range anymore
They closed down the and had locked the door
Now there's and motels 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 cayou's hawlin' on some hill
The old man is to lay all down
In his final box canyon the poor of town

Cause he knows his last mantel is two two stairs
And his turned into an old rocking chair
he wakes up and wonders what for
Cause there's nobody home on the anymore

There's nobody home on the anymore...