Luyện nghe bài hát Prairie Fire

While drivin' a herd of out in old Nebraska way
east at Broken Bow one hot September day
Tryin' to get to Omaha, we hoped to find a
We never counted in the of a western prairie fire

A hot south was blowin' and the air was gettin' dry
Somethin' far away was trouble in the sky
Comin' was a sound that topped the devil's choir
we knew we had to race a raging prairie fire

When all at once a flame is seen at the sky
And every is quicker and there's fear in every eye
just one chance to get away for there's no place to hide
Gotta the river Platte, one inch deep and one mile wide

The herd is gettin' tired but we've got no to rest
I try to clear the red dust that is gatherin' in my
From ridin' tail on a thousand head the weather gettin' dry
The black cloud in the is warning ride, ride, ride

The heat is closer ashes fallin' by our side
And every is burnin' singin' with its warnin' cry
We've got to reach the but it's still ten miles or more
And close behind us we can that wind infernal roar

But fate had other plans for we that fatal race
We lost for neither man nor beast long keep up the pace
The mighty Platte subdued its rage but none there to rest
We did our to get away but only I am left

Now, on the blackened far as the eye can see
The grim are there to show that God rules you and me
Just one he left to tell the tale one was his desire
We lost our herd and men to a raging prairie fire