Luyện nghe bài hát Prairie Fire

While drivin' a herd of out in old Nebraska way
Headin' at Broken Bow one hot September day
Tryin' to get to Omaha, we to find a buyer
We counted in the odds of a western prairie fire

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

When all at a flame is seen a-lickin' at the sky
And every heart is quicker and there's in every eye
We'd one chance to get away for there's no place to hide
reach 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 that is gatherin' in my chest
From ridin' on a thousand head with the weather gettin' dry
The black cloud in the is warning ride, ride, ride

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

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

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