Luyện nghe bài hát Saddle Boy

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

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

AND THE LIGHTNING OVERHEAD, SHOWED THE SANDY BED,
WHERE THE BOY AND THE LAY.
AN OLD BOUNDARY TROY, WAS THE ONE WHO FOUND THE BOY,
AND WHO TOOK SADLY THE NEXT DAY.
AND THE OLD PEOPLE SAY, OF THE LONG IN MAY,
WHEN THE IN THE VALLEY ROAMS,
POUNDING HOOF BEATS THAT SOUND, THROUGH THE TIMBER LAND, IS THEIR OWN
BOY RIDING HOME.