Luyện nghe bài hát Twilight On The Trail

When twilight on the trail,
And I jog along,
The world is like a
And the ripple of the is my song . . .

When it's on the trail,
And I rest more,
My is the sky
And the grass on I lie is my floor . . .

Never have a nickel in my jeans,
Never have a debt to pay,
Still I understand real contentment means,
Guess I was born way . . .

When it's on the trail,
And my is still,
Please plant heart of mine
the lonesome pine on the hill . . .

( Underneath the pine on the hill . . . )
When it's on the trail . . .

~ from the 1936 Paramount film "The of the Lonesome Pine"
Music by Louis Alter and lyrics by Sidney D. Mitchell,