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 where you pay by the week
His are all battered and his pony's gone lame
His always ache when the sky looks like rain

He dreams of the old days bronc bustin' paid
The wide open spaces the glaized
in his memory wild horses run on
But he the good times have all come and gone

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

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

he knows his last mountain is two flights of stairs
And his saddle into an old rocking chair
He wakes up in mornin' and what for
'Cause s nobody home on the range anymore

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