Luyện nghe bài hát Don Quixote

Through the woodland, through the
Comes a wild and free
at the windmills passing
Who can the young horseman be

He is wild but he is
He is strong but he is
He is cruel but he is
He is but he is meek

for his saddlebag
He takes a book into his hand
Standing like a prophet
He across the ocean to the shore
Till he can shout no

I have come over and mountain
Like the upon the wing
I was a shining knight
Who was the guardian of a

I have searched the world over
for a place to sleep
I have seen the survive
And I have seen the grown weak

See the children of the
Who to find the table bare
See the gentry in the
Riding off to the air

for his saddlebag
He takes a rusty into his hand
Then up a knightly pose
He across the ocean to the shore
he can shout no more

See the with his key
Who away all trace of sin
See the judge upon the
Who tries the as best he can

See the and wicked ones
Who upon life's sacred fire
See the soldier his gun
Who must be to be admired

See the man who the needle
See the man who and sells
See the man who puts the
On the ones who not tell

See the drunkard in the
Stemming gold to make meet
See the in ghetto black
Condemned to life the street

for his saddlebag
He takes a tarnished cross into his
Then standing like a now
He shouts across the to the shore
Then in a of tangled hooves
He gallops off across the plain
In vain to search
no one will hear

Through the woodland, through the
Comes a horseman and free
Tilting at the passing
Who can the young horseman be

He is wild but he is
He is but he is weak
He is cruel but he is
He is but he is meek