Luyện nghe bài hát Saddle Boy

TROUGH THE GREY FROSTY DAWN, COLD WINTER'S MORN,
ROLLED THIS LAD OF LIFE AND JOY.
EVERYDAY JUST THE SAME, DOWN THE ROAD HE CAME,
HE WAS KNOWN AS THEIR OWN BOY.
IN HIS YOUTH FREE FROM STRIFE, HE WAS CALLED FROM LIFE,
THE SORROWS OF LIFE'S HIGHWAY.
HE WAS ABOVE AT THE HOMESTEAD OF LOVE,
FOR THE LAST ROUND OF SOME DAY.
NOW THE SAD WILLOWS WAVE ON A COLD GRAVE,
WHERE THE TALL GRASSES AND BOW.
AND THE JACKASS'S LAUGH IS THE EPITAPH,
ON THE GRAVE OF BRAVE SADDLE BOY.

AT THE SCHOOL HOUSE ON THE RISE, ALWAYS WATCHED THE SKIES,
FOR THE STORM CLOUD THAT LIKE THORN,
A LONG WAY HE SAID, SO YOU'D BETTER GO AHEAD,
SADDLE UP SADDLE BOY FOR HOME.
HE HAD TEN MILES TO RIDE, THE DARK COUNTRYSIDE,
AS THE STORM ALL RAGED ON.
ONE CREEK LEFT TO CROSS, STRUCK BY DRIFTWOOD BOY & HORSE,
SWEPT AWAY BY THAT MAD STORM.

AND THE OVERHEAD, SHOWED THE LAST SANDY BED,
WHERE THE BOY AND THE LAY.
AN OLD BOUNDARY TROY, WAS THE ONE WHO FOUND THE BOY,
AND WHO TOOK SADLY MESSAGE THE DAY.
AND THE OLD PEOPLE SAY, OF THE NIGHTS IN MAY,
WHEN THE WIND IN THE ROAMS,
POUNDING HOOF THAT SOUND, THROUGH THE TALL TIMBER LAND, IS THEIR OWN
SADDLE BOY HOME.