Luyện nghe bài hát Twilight On The Trail

When it's on the trail,
And I jog along,
The world is a dream
And the ripple of the is my song . . .

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

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

When twilight on the trail,
And my is still,
Please plant this of mine
Underneath the lonesome pine on the . . .

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

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