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

The old man used to dream of the fortunes he'd
Now he lives in a room you pay by the week
His hands are all battered and his pony's lame
His always ache when the sky looks like rain

He dreams of the old when bronc bustin' paid
The wide open the buffalo glaized
Deep in his memory horses run on
But he knows the good times all come and gone

There's nobody home on the anymore
They closed down the bunk and padlocked the door
Now there' s oil wells and motels and by the score
But nobody home on the range anymore

Now the eagle stopped flying, the wind is still
And the last howling on some lonely hill
The old man is longing to lay it all
In his final box the far of town

Because he knows his last mountain is two flights of
And his turned into an old rocking chair
He wakes up in mornin' and wanders for
'Cause there' s nobody on the range anymore

nobody home on the range anymore
They closed down the bunk and padlocked the door
Now s oil wells and motels and folks by the score
But nobody home on the range anymore