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

The old man used to dream of the fortune seek
Now he in the room where 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 of the old days with bronc bustin' tails
And the wide spaces where buffalo plays
Deep in his mem'ry wild ride on
But he knows the good 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 motels and folks by the
But there's nobody home on the range
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Now the eagle stop 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

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

There's nobody home on the anymore...